mutable signs appeared in the heavens:
your birth was a synergistic opening:
between appositive nomenclature:
appropriate astrologers were engaged:
we stretched to reach broadening meridians:
diagrammed unknown tongues:
slipped out of paradigms:
imposed incremental matrices of logic:
but we wouldn't let them hang a name on you
that was longer than your double helix
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