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isn't it astronomical?

that us, we,

we have the power

in our constellation scarred minds

to create universes

where we feel with

chemistry and physics

and love becomes gravity. where we could

be astronomy, to

part oceans with our

love and paint

lavender diamonds in

the sea rock and

grow flowers from crushed meteors,

with our love.

isn't it astronomical?

we could spread

the bottom of the sea

with milestones of tender devotion,

connected by sea foam

into salted constellations.

we could become wormholes,

portals to galaxies made

of you and me

isn't it astronomical?

yes. and it's also

astronomical how tragic it is, because

what the white hole

gives the blackhole could

never return.