Let the eye investigate blue
and all the arrows focus gravity.
Across the spectrum — cerulean,
prussian, cobalt —
a patchworld of hues
quilts galaxies.
Remember Earth,
the Blue Planet,
how it takes you into backdrops
for a rose, a hyacinth,
the single flowers
multiplied under a clean sky.
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