Pretention
I see you.
Gazing down at me
The audacity to glare at me barefaced.
Soon to be concealed in the shadows again
You and your righteous aura
What makes you so imposing?
So distant
Untouchable, aloof
Ancient beyond years
Beholder of generations
Immortal, yet lifeless
Your eternal glow affords you no reason
Why is it that I talk to you?
I can't be unique
Remaining mute
From your cellestial perch
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