Sevens
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Streams of good fortune from all directions have brought us both to this beautiful space
Water flows and animals feed, leaf green colors paint the scene.
Love is alive, and it’s chasing flies. Breeze blows cool and damp.
A space is what it is, though.
We only briefly fill it, as the planet spins near weightless in our path around the Sun
Even on Earth, caught in its fullness, the space we know is space unsure.
Where did it come from, where does it go
Empty as vastness beyond the stars