A spark, like that of a star.
As such it shines down.
From high, high above.
No mortal can reach this light.
No one can grace its touch.
Yet it glimmers hopefully,
Mockingly,
And desertedly.
It stares emptily,
Despite promising wonders.
These constellations of light,
May yet grant me immortality.
So I may reach them,
And float with them forever...
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