Murcia
The sky arched about my head:
A dome of blue sitting upon Murcia's dust
Cradling life in atmospheric hands,
As if protection from the space's chaos,
A cocoon, a casque. It takes me back
To the Baker Street planetarium,
The painted ceiling an illusion of eternity,
Every star just the speck of a brush,
Every nightfall the touch of a switch.
Sanjay
A dome of blue sitting upon Murcia's dust
Cradling life in atmospheric hands,
As if protection from the space's chaos,
A cocoon, a casque. It takes me back
To the Baker Street planetarium,
The painted ceiling an illusion of eternity,
Every star just the speck of a brush,
Every nightfall the touch of a switch.
Sanjay
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