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An inviable cell mass (w/ a pulse) , says
Science,
the same that casts
the Moon as a big dead rock
orbiting
a crusty, whirling water balloon.
The Sun is just
a ball
of hot gas, at most a nuclear reaction
that happened countless
light years
ago. And the offender,
pregnant woman, so much
skin &
bones & frayed hormones.
The Moon inspires, illuminates
smoothly tides
oceans the world over. The Sun
warms, nourishes, makes the
grass grow, and
the Pregnant woman,
Mother, Wife, Daughter, Sister,
- life beating time in her uterus-
was more than just a pretty face
long before the Programmer said so.
Cretan Maineiac
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