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ALL RIGHT, YOU ASTRONOMERS,
you sweepers of the heavens,
you searchers for star-dust
with the powerful eye . . . .
COME WITH ME INTO THE CORE OF YESTERDAY ;
follow me into the heavens of a forgotten world ;
study these fragments of lost jupiters
splattered on a mine roof in mute constellations.
I AM AN ASTRONOMER,
i have counted stars ;
i know what stars are made of,
i have picked stars ;
picked stars with my fingers,
held stars in my hands,
black stars . . . .
A MILLION YEARS from neptune,
A MILLION YEARS from the moon,
A MILLION dirt-years from daylight!
COME ON, YOU STAR-GAZERS,
you combers of the heavens,
you searchers for star-dust,
with the powerful eyes,
COUNT THESE BOULDER STARS,
BLACK STARS OF THE MINER.
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── 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐘,
john minnich wilson