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Phalangic Astrology.

I may know

the exact rate of a light-year,

how the stars form galaxies,

and the physics of the universe.

 

I may understand

the artful ways of a supernova,

the beautiful end to the life of a star,

or the science behind planetary movement,

 

but not,

-- the alignment the physics

the chemistry

the eclipses

the Hubble

Andromeda

and Triangulum –

 

not any of it

can match

the feeling of your hand

in mine.

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nicole-wheat
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Apr 25, 2013
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