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pick a world and become the person who inhabits it
the moon is a great poem to be had
we walk upon her like sharpened pencils
titillating pogo sticks bouncing off
cosmonautic leftovers
the earth is a great poem to be had
and had we not tired so soon
we would surely see her
reposing on the pages
of a very worn book
the ocean is a great poem to be had
and jacques costeau is smiling
the heavens is a great poem to be had
and when we grow real bodies
from real words
she can read us
reading ourselves
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