The long fall from grace sweeps hot the dust of comets passing.

Low solar wind and raining pressure as gravity bends hither,

The tears of stars over the sheening pride with moon on high.

  Seamless is the scene above as below is bestowed,

With tears of stars making hot lines of comet trails,

Awash is the tranquility of night and dream slipstreams. 

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