I’m at the edge of the earth

I’m at the edge of the earth
with the world in my hand,
I see the stars up high
and feel the stick of the sand—

water crashes and cries
and the stars seem to fall,
as I beg with my eyes,
at once, to see them all;

a true wish earns a command
from where there is, truly, no try,
the order, it meets the demand
of the heart that chose the sky—

that I meet as many, throughout these lands,
as there are there twinkling over these sands!

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