Recreate

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The sun is silver,

The moon turned golden.

We all thought we were

In control.

We laugh as it crashes all around us

And dance our way through

The wreckage.

Shattering and scattering ourselves

Throughout

The unknown cosmos.

Near and far we create new stars and light

Up

Fiercely formed worlds with love.

Screaming and singing; sink and dissolve once again.

To root, bloom, reseed and

Create is all we know.

The rest is up to the others.

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