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in this we have been lifted
by our own crude rocketry
and though I have flown
inside the orbit of Mercury
close to the sun, and warmer
I did not see you there

I think that you were with me
but could not see you in that light

I hope that you will come round
again and join me without sight
by choice and by eyelid
stationary to each other

but that will be a different sky
in the orbits of a different night