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Most men who live in cities see few stars,  
and, to their loss, they hardly know their names. 
Preoccupied with gain and motor cars, 
or betting on their mass-promoted games. 
The discipline of nature's age-old law, 
the comfort of the cycle of the year, 
is swallowed in ambition's greedy maw; 
which throws bionic rhythms out of gear. 

The gleaming Pleiades are lost from sight; 
Antares red: Arcturus' yellow light; 
the scintillating stellar colour range - 
rich evidence of progress by mankind -  
now; hidden treasure from the urban mind.   
[from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]