I hate satellites
Comets I would scrub

Asteroids
are their own reward

Black
Holes

Say
No
More

You cannot
safely

Consider
a nebulae

It's size
you cannot realise

Why try
this instead

the arc
of a sigh

the passing
of the sky

how much
meaning

in toasted
Rye

I get
A quantum high

off the curve
of your thigh

Love asstronomizing
your constellation
of elation
until starburst


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