I was molded out of clay


You spread your hands

across me

effacing me






You have made every

past deed in my life

your own


Carved your fingers

against a

three dimensional object


Formed our very own Big Bang


Copernicus systems

meeting up

where the vault of heaven lies


Straight shot


lashless eyes

living waters


Planets that have

been aligned

yet were never



Bland moons

far greater than our

orbital span


I’ll give you

twenty-seven names


Crescent shaped words


One hour

eight minutes

until I am able

to call you each

and every single one

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