You transport me such
To places and worlds
unknown, undiscovered

To thoughts untapped

The galaxies you pass
Do they marvel you still?
Can you count them?

Do you even try?

Or do they just pass you by
Like moments do for me
Those that lurk in the background
Of selected realities

But you, my dear satellite.

You are a reminder
For wanderers like me
Seeking a whimsical reality
That there is marvel

In moments, a galaxy.

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Wandering Local. Design by Imagyne.

Wandering Local. Design by Imagyne.