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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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