The Blackened Drain

In a country of ants
there are many hills,
some man-made, others
by the wind or sea.

Who stands against
the ocean like a giant?

Whose trembling wings
challenge roaring winds?

In a universe of stars
there is much death, more
light and traveling round
and round the blackened drain;

in a quiet sky, the comets
streak like fire of the mind.

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