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blue sky, you highest vaulted arch,
not often enough do we meet -
i am hemmed in always by flat ceilings
and long for the wash of your sun
promised through the windows
until after it has set, and the moon,
saint of the unknown, greets me
with its entourage of little stars
and blesses me to try again tomorrow.

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