Hurled into the sky
were ten thousand eyes
that stared from every cloud.

The moon's face sharpened,
the stars gazed deep within me,
and the pupils were dispassionate.

As many accusations
as Andromeda had stars
flooded through my synapses.

The sky is in my neurons.
Who needs cameras
when the wisps of night sky

already encircle my brain?

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