Lay for the Day 12th
the Royal Astronomical Society is founded.
Ill liken you to these
for being far
Beyond earths thin and troubled, spotted skies
As you from me, which to my living eyes
Live in former light, present as you are
Absent. Theyre fire that does not smoke nor char
Nor warm, unbrightened by the round-mouthed sighs
They draw. They wrote the code of luck, those spies,
To make a beggar of the maharajah.
lacunae learning has me trace
The empty images and ramping creatures
Of our nocturnal knowing. Scattered speech,
Remembered, random visions of your face,
Constellate the void to finite features
And touch me closer, being out of reach.
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