when the roof was just a few miles high
and the magical constellations
glittered just beyond the top of the ziggurat,
rotating around us in a flattering,
glorious procession.
It was all so wonderfully compact
and understandable,
and we counted for so much
in the eyes of the wide-eyed
gods that stood in silent
judgment in the temples.
The dazzling nightly show
had been created with
only one audience in mind,
and those who watched it
and saw in it the realm
of the perfect,
knew that the only futures
it would ever predict
would be theirs,
and theirs alone.
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