I’d let the mountains of the world coalesce
Into a pale blue dot,
Every symphony
Every smoldering field of battle
I’d let the burning stars
Leave humanity to blend
Into one pulsing silhouette
I would make my escape
If my skin weren’t sewn
Into this great sprawl of patches
So vital,
Unseen
Yet thrilled by every breath

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