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SATURN'S BALL
Do you know? I hold you in thought and can you know the suffering as I lay alone of wanting you hear? Tossing and turning slows as lids finally close rising with sleep's tide dreams produce memories of Saturn's Ball. Will it be so that you will allow me this dance upon crystals privy to the rings of Saturn, under Aquarius' call and a constellation's string quartet? Over moons see Casseopia, Andromeda, and Cepheus Pegasus and Perseus, sitting above Auriga holding our children as Lyra bows. To cherry violins, a lime viola, and a grape cello licorice strummed under a Spanish quasar's rustic glow as we cantilever round through curtains of Mars tossed roses; we twizzle as rose sugared petals drizzles down. Your Ina Bauer, discussed from planet to planet our Choctaw turns recounted in a comet's flair bring postulation from blue giants which give chattering neutrinos a wondrous cause movements recorded on solar winds. Ablaze, crossing a March horizon a dance, a dream recalled of celestial flights spent under applauding affirmations by magnitudes bright.
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