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VOLume 17
Stellar Smallness
Lucienne Quirk
Sweeping solar systems do harrow me
to think of my own smallness in contrast,
how my composition is but stardust,
my body mere fragments of one more vast.
The loftiness of nightly ponderings
are but dwarfed in dark skies by countless suns;
how pointless are my mind’s own wanderings
in the shadows of their bright burning tons?
Yet I, though composed of meekest matter,
like many moons towards giant Jupiter,
drew near an attractively grand gravity:
your love, a force like space’s black vacuums.
Though I am a drop in this starry sea,
like a telescope, you magnify me.
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