Star Grazing

Last night when breath
Of passing day fluttered
Soft
As drifting moths.
On a deck encased in
Secret bliss
I grazed the stars.
Paradox of constancy
Of twinkling eyes
Peering,
 as inward dreams
Put closure to
External thoughts.
I grazed the pastures
Of nebulous inklings
Scorned
By the censure of
The crutch of sleep.
Denied while
Campfires of templed tepees
Spiraled  in
Haste
To pierce
Eternity.

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