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sonnet #1,632

I reached for words down clusters, under roots
Of etymology, down aeons past past,
On halo, heal, hole, helium my eyes cast,
On halo, hollow, its disc and ring offshoots.
I thought of sha-light starlight, cartoon smiles
On happy suns, exhaled grey cloudy breath,
At sunrise staring straight at life and death-
Did sun transmit rare water stretched for miles?
The night we hit on deuced bouncing hail,
White dice cubes seeming cut from twinkling stars,
I worshipped avidly our avatars,
And praised hard spoken ice flukes of comet tail.
World overcrowding, it's thin earth crust,
Sha's engineered balm, streams of stellar dust.

(Chorus)

o crust
o layer
o shell