I am aligned with the star,
For a moment I’m aligned
With the passing of the sun.
It shines at me through the glass
Of the window pane
As I turn away,
As I’ve always been turning,
A bean on a spinning rock,
A rock spinning around it,
This common star, little sun.
If I knew my entire life
In advance, the puzzling thing
Wouldn’t be, would I take it
As is, would be, was it is?
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