He weighs the world again
To see who was worthy
Of summer who deserving
Of winter while Orion
Takes a stick to his options
So that things are equally divided
Between knowing and not wanting to
And then there’s Cassiopeia to pursue
Though they’ve never met
But the stars dream also
Pausing in their orbits
To bestow a few days on us
Of incomprehensible peace
The sun descending though dead leaves
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