Sparkle.

It came up bright and shiny.

Rose from the ground. Elliptical and magical.

Rising all around. Smoke had cleared. The sky was bright.

We rub our eyes a bit. For in the haze of our sleep-filled gaze

rose the sparkling ship. We pondered for a second. Our minds

catching up. This was what we prepared for. A new kind of touch.

We levitated toward the ship. Floating on our quiet thoughts 

rising toward our dreams. Catching all the sparkles floating

through the seams.

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