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Seamless is the sky to the

naked eye

But deep within its womb where time zones

melt into surreal light

lie the fault lines –

of mismatched heavens

and earths that do not belong

to their moons.

Is it the chaos of the universe

that leaks through the cracks and torn seams?

Satire of the gods?

A day that got seduced by the

glow of a stranger-night and lost its way?

Heaven that lost its heart to a

fragrant rose on an earth far away?