Sonnet XI: The Map of Constellations

A sonnet about seeking wisdom from the night sky

Footsteps trodded upon footsteps and spells
Each step etching deeper into the rocks
Time races and passes me, still I walk
Slow along these fair grounds I've known so well

And gradually my permutations are
Infinitely wand'ring my labyrinth mind
Of whose architect ornately designed
A course governed by the path of my stars

But why do twinkling of stars signify
That roads by forked in these leaf-covered ways
Towards an unknown destination strays
Only to seek help again from the sky

Sewn on the fabric of the heavens bear
Patterns that I follow what these declare

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