WE ARE MORE

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all of my life,

I was made of tiny explosions,

they were inexplicable,

incapable of really showing a supernova,

and as I talk to the moon

and wish the stars would whisper back

there is stardust in your hair,

that I can't help but lust for the number of constellations it can create.

and while you gazed upon the river and wondered why it was so wide,

I stopped to think

why it's too small.

your eyes can carry the cosmos I wouldn't dream of creating,

and yet my lips can't stop tracing the stories your gaze reveals.

why,

oh why,

my atoms won't yield to annihilate against your matter,

I would think never to know,

but the trails of theories and mysteries you leave behind,

awaken a new kind of explosion

the universe itself

would not have discovered.



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