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When Spirits Meet in Space
a sonnet

There's miracles when spirits meet in space,
Their lyrical enthuse, a dance of souls
In animated harmony which grace
The sky while constellation views unfold.
We praise the dark delay of night's insist
Since morn' adorns the resurrected sun,
Our hues of Truths amuse the dawn with bliss,
So sweet the draped elation we have won!
With racks of lacking minutes gone, now lost,
The slaughtered lamb's afire like a roast
Since Time is just a rhyme of seconds tossed
T'ward atmosphere, a Lyric Solemn Ghost.
     When counting minutes, know the flow of rhyme,
     A waltz, no faults to blame, three quartered time.