What makes the earth the envy
Of the cosmos and cradles it
Among fiery architects of light
The eccentric orbits of archangels
And lifts it up as its first-born
Exalts it among the hordes of suns and moons
What puts its finger just here
On the shining gem of the wound
The perfect climate for imperfection
And says yes I will settle here
And make me a human creature
The oddest thing in the universe
I will place an infant in his arms
And wait till he comes home to me
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