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Dancing under the disco ball of stars and light,

Tripping through the wondrous night,

To savour cosmic masquerades of such delight,

I sense the fantasy of the flight to places new

Yet to be discovered,

In the multiverses stocked full cupboard,

Of every experience you could want or need

In unlimited varieties,

From planets of snow, rock, lava and seas,

Images that are amazing

While we stand under this disco ball stargazing,

Magical, mystical, mind blowing things,

Are constantly happening

Beyond our understanding,

But not our imagining

If we let ourselves go

And allow ourselves to dream.