Counting stars

Impossible Poetry

How many stars exists?
If I could count.
And split a second into billions,
Might it a take,
Infinity to keep counting?
If they were like dust dots separated,
Into distinct star lights on a zero canvas.

And we could walk, set our foots on each one,
Walking. As we do on sands, walking on stars.

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