The stars burn bright across a silent sea,Uncaring of the drama down below,A brief flash in a vast eternity,Where empires rise and into nothing go.No cosmic ledger keeps a tally count,No cosmic justice rights the ancient wrong,To nothingness does every king amount,A brief refrain in an unwritten song.Yet in this blankness shines a strange delight,If nothing matters, we are fully clear,To paint our colors on the empty night,Without the weight of superstitious fear.The void is vast, but do not turn away:It frees the canvas for the words we say.We change the planks as timber rots away,We swap the iron nails and mend the sail
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