The lines were drawn, the temples built
with undeviant and uncanny versimilitude.
The deviations graphed the star gazers
hopes and fears,
Told them nightly what they
truly wished to hear.
So have all that sought the heaven’s guidance
duped themselves into believing
The cosmos cared; knew the truth belied,
yet still, as ever still,
Into the callous coldness stared.
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