Our ears are filled by the noisy ones, our vision consumed by brightness.
During the day the sun holds sway and we rarely hear the quietness.
But when our sun moves away, other worlds' suns draw patterns in our skies.
The din subsides, we now hear peace. We see truth with our eyes.
Nothing has changed. These stars were all there when we all were blinded by light.
To see it all, embrace the chill. Step into a November night.
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