Light pollution and tricks of manmade light are dulling out the nighttime sky almost irreverently.
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Satellite by Michael Romani Looking up to heavens with naked eye Cosmic specks no longer glitter the sky Even outside the dense urban center There are zones we should not enter Twinkle, twinkle little satellite May rhyme but that doesn't make it right Is it a moment of dystopian defeat? Or does humanity have better days to meet? Consider this a lament against light pollution Or man who loves nature and seeks just solution Fake shooting stars would lack their magic Offering instead something worse than tragic Text alerts track the International Space Station And I suppose that I get the gist of the sensation But, as for me this will never replace star shine And all those things wished upon nor the divine Space X launches its diamond for humanity's wonder I cannot help but think this is a cosmic blunder The human component of this mad hatter technology Falls blasé and devoid of our inner spirituality We need mountains to sit on high on the rim We need skies that darken beautifully dim And we stars that we can reach for and dream on We must remember this before these are all gone (c) June 7, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
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