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Here we sit
Beneath the stars,
Specks of dust
In carbon jars.
 
Cosmic dots
Of newsprint ink,
Arrayed in atoms
Cast in sync.
 
Detritus scattered
Now congealed
In form and feature
Now revealed.
 
To live and breathe,
With earth align,
By accident
Or by design.
 
Specks of dust
Beneath the stars,
Here we sit
In carbon jars.
 
Published inPoetry

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