stars

Stained book covers declare war on ghosts.
Walking trees hide from yesterday inside uncountable nouns.
Angels write endless erratic fiction for senile atheists,
play soccer with the head of the first victim of outer space on weekends.
Never forget to rename the disfigured stars, my dear,
says an owl to an insomniac.

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