Venus tumbles
into a crescent moon
won’t be long now 
coming too soon
for the multitudes
the poor huddled masses
come all ye faithful
heed the words
of the master
the universal mind
coming through
you 
in spectral light
waves 
unseen to the eye
deep in the heart of us
yet we are still
apart 
as if particles in space
moving further away
like the galaxies only
to
find there was never
a reason or rhyme for 
the
crime of the century 
the birth of the cool
these are things worth
wondering about
the wonder of it all
as night falls
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