About Certain Stars

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            When the crash of all and the fatal fall stares hard

            The calm collective creaking bent

            Defeats from countless arrows sent

            Between the lines and glory’s fines there’s solace in the scars

            The lustrous dawn the morning song so far

            And yet until the tilling’s ceased

            The chances shot and hearts released

            There’s more to stay and tolls to pay beneath these certain stars