The planets pick up where we leave off
And carry us to our next assignments
They let us rest a while in their lights
Sketching out new provinces and maps
Planting them in us while we dream
And stand there at the end of fields
Winter farmers gazing back
Singing their seeds to wake and stretch
Each in its own delicate moment
They too are subject to a greater weather
The alignment of a deeper will
Through calm and torment
Opposing and conjoining still
As love would have it
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