Cassiopeia
The Queen, in all her beauty
watch her majasty dangle
upside down
from the cosmos
hands reaching in regret
(or vain desire?)
frozen
in stone and stars
cemented in endless astronomy
singing sweet, celestial
(or selfish?) melodies
to her galaxy
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