Earth is a small blue fingernail whose distant seas and undulations spill colour on early spring mornings here in space I conjure in my imagination primroses, daffodils and tulips warming a leafless woodland that still drips with winter thaw space is a colourless formula a soundless, boundless set of laws that keep me orbiting, a […]
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