From where these hobbling sticks do strain to stand,
I find myself unable to stargaze,
for something more than city smog
obscures my farsighted eyes.
Crystalline twinkles do flee,
and I chase comet tails,
though much to my dismay,
they remain like the nymphs
so elusively far,
as glistening bodies do in
faraway shades so unlikemy solitary seat.
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