for the one that will one day understand
we were to name her Andromeda.
hurtling through Venus and Mars, i wonder if the stars look the same to us, if you see them mutate in the way i do, our quantum minds knowing no end.
twinkling laughter of harmonious intent, like stars, but not like stars in their inherent destruction, hand in hand, the aquamarine water blending with the sky.
a grid on top of a grid, in the shape of a girl.
64 lines of celestial mechanics arranged over each of our lives
the subject ever changing, always searching, looking for rebirth.
vapor waves and iridescent skin; we share the same software.
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