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A little time before the evening's feast:

you---chosen for tonight as celebrant

(not for the first, not for the last, time)---like

to meditate apart and quietly

before rejoicing, with repast, begins.

The red, once yellow, star appears to be

a bit more bloated.  Thus, the great home sphere---

that shelters you, and all your people (and

the cattle on a thousand levels) from

the agonizing death in outer space---

precisely lengthened its elliptical

orbit (an automatic process) to

preserve the safest margin possible

while still collecting as much crimson light

to operate the vital processes

and keep the huge reserve of batteries

at maximum charge.  Thinking about this,

just hours ago, you wrote tonight's Introit:

Approach the body

and blood:  partake and rejoice

to have part with this

peculiar people---ancient

yet new; always protected.

Some of your best introits have been preserved

among the people who recite them at

the time of waking and the time of rest.

Starward