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Out of Nowhere

You all see
Continually
A lot like me

It’s more than
Purely likely
We sprung
From one
Impregnating sun

And the earth
Gave birth
With the sterile elements
Of a fertile universe

How is it perceived to be right
That we’ve been conceived
By inanimate sunlight?

It condenses in us,
And invents our senses,
Warming wet blood within

Its red intravenous sunset’s set in

Its been
Alive longer
Than you or I’ve
Been

And when we dive in
The dim darkness of death
May its light return us to breath

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