Eight planets aligned.
A spectacle in the watery sky.
They were about to collide.
The sparks would ignite the darkest night.
———–
Perception of time synchronized.
Trajectories united.
Their heavenly bodies dived into the depth of the universe.
A ball of fusion formed underwater, a big bang grew in sight.
———–
One broke out of the surface, a backflip in “such a great height!"
The explosion in motion, the world liquified.
Out of the chaos they blossomed.
Each and one of them shined and smiled.
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In the space battlefield they were self-proclaimed knights.
Twisting their bodies and brandishing their limbs as knives.
Shuttling between matters, showing their loyalty in ever-changing formation.
A round table appeared, in the middle, underneath the huddled hands, was cosmic pride.
———–
They had been counting this day from the very beginning.
Eight hours a day. Six days a week.
Sometimes they forgot to breathe.
But today, they never missed a beat.
———–
Things happened so fast, but people saw the tribute in time.
A statue rose in the air before the last circle was described.
Every star in the universe was now gazing at the first spaceman.
Basked in golden light.
River on Baltic Sea 
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