we hide in museums
softly giggling
in awe of sperm wales
in awe of amethysts, black holes
synthetic coral reefs the largest
oldest tree we look
at the painted moon,
the greatest detail in that hollow
place, we sit quietly underground
in awe of machines, in awe
of the smoky trails wandering
from our mouths,
reflected by the lake
we are in awe of each other.
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