Dear diver from wild-song skies of unseen mars?
How many tears from afar have you woven
Into blue jasmine garlands for the ocean?
When the time comes for that final tumble
We will land on those songs and garlands, not crumble
For a second, or for an eternity, we will taste
Life at its very edge; where you and I are not waste
And those very stars we gathered before their birth
Will shine minuscule light on these pages lost to earth
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