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| "Starry Night over Borestone Mountain", oil, by Elizabeth Fraser |
If he sits quietly enough,
he can search his thoughts
for stars and even suns
shining as they always have.
His mind, like all minds,
makes galaxies of great lights
as good as the flawless stars.
It’s a gift from the universe,
these crowds of thoughts
that carry light
like the sheet of stars
that rolls itself out each night
above his silent house
as he sits in peace.
