Constellations are
The organization of men.
They were not made by men,
But the existence of stars means
Man's mulish impulse
To order them--to take
What is chaotic, large,
Perhaps even already dead,
And draw imaginary,
Unenforceable lines until
A picture spreads wide across
The sky, and stories the traveler
Over latitude and longitude,
Mountains and sea,
Reflecting heavens
Which are no longer
Flat and which sing
Fiery epics to the blinking
Beat of stars.
- Sarah O'Donnell
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