SEEN FROM TWISTING EARTH

Day cedes to dusk. . .
dusk blues to night. . .

floating points
arranged in necklaces
and shapes and joints
of far star light. . .

a rimming white blends
in ink blue sky
as night begins to end,

and pink wakes
mixed with gold,,
as, down on twisting earth,
the new day morning sun
the outer space
of heavens
sends.

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