those things we choose
transformative nature
just the finger
or the hand
of God
in outer space
would we hear
ourselves think
could we imagine
oceans and forests
do our hearts beat
as some metaphor
between each thought
moments of simile
separated by each blink
did you see
that latest rocket launch
will there ever be
a cosmic time
when all of us
lift off and fly
these modern lift-offs
each future thrust
assuming life
down here on earth
every furtive sacred space
all these unearthed time capsules
returned safely
landing softly
divine this living station
touching this lofty creation 

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