Of substance on the earth
When all the other planets are spiritual
Beings that seem to dance
Around in some familial way
Hovering or distancing
Something you could rub
Between your fingers
A god’s earwax tossed
Assuming sentience and pith
The molecule grew
Into a miniscule
Until everything in the world
Proves some sacrifice was made
By them back then to make us
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