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   FULL OF STARS
   We're made from space, we're full of stars
    pulled from a hat, plucked from a quasar
    To space we return, some think and pray,
    But return we do not, nor do we stay


    Flux is the way, spontaneous array
    Mystery and answer are stuff the same
    Poems in science, romantics guess
    Rhymes in a sky of emptiness


    Wanderers lost in a desert of math,
    Nuclear chaos marking the path
    Blue of the sea, blue of the eye
    poignant as curiosity, endless as Pi.


                                 ---Charles Bogle

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