I move the stars for no one.

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

High Windows (excerpt) by Philip Larkin (via growing-orbits) Via
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