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Day: September 14, 2020

Uncharted

Floating on a field of time
On galaxies that brew,
Sculpted from the nebula,
The likes of me and you.
 
Specks of carbon dust condense
To form our leading edge,
We ride a spinning sphere of rock
Clinging to the ledge.
 
Engaging other travelers bound,
We jockey for a seat;
Then take our place among the few
Who travel in our fleet.
 
Constrained within the confines of
The limit of our view,
We soar the archways of the sky
Until our flight is through.
 
In the void of never-land
Where mystery holds no clue,
Sculpted from the nebula,
The likes of me and you. 
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