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the satellite

the sextant

sits 
in the center of a spiral staircase
it is a galaxy
our worlds
other worlds
our hearts
our souls
winding around
and 
down
to 
a library.
beyond this galaxy
is a window to an ocean
to look at longingly
to ride to adventure
and
along side it all
sit
our 
armchairs,
one for you
one for me
we are the astrophysicists
the cowboys
and 
surfers
of 
love
and 
war
and 
art
but
leave the white lab coat at the door
it is only the hearth
that will carry us onward.
only 
the 
hearth.
   
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