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POETRY BOOK ONE: Poems People Like to Silently Move Their Lips While Reading
Ourstory

We complex ripples
Big Bang’s children.
We standing waves
Surfing ergs into the vacuum.
A dance of forces and masses,
And yet we be here now
Oxidizing the chloroplasts.
We crustal rustings
Accounting the continuum.

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