By draft 3 some lines are clearing, but much still to do -
In the shadow of the Earth
How dark is the night?
I am on geostation
A sign of intelligent life
Tethered to my little box of warmth
Floating in a cold sky.
My carbon fibre beanstalk
Climbs up to the giants
Brooding beyond the clouds.
I am held in the angels' path
The wind of lights
The curtains of the north
At the pause of gravity
I am a flourish of Nature
The momentum of the moment
Sewn to the globe with gossamer thread
Pick me out in the plenitude of stars -
Are we common, rare, unique?
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