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A Loveless Love PoemA Loveless Love Poem
It is said that nebulas
are colored by scientists.
They are not pink and blue and gold
they do not stretch cerulean arms into nothingness.
They are clouds of gas.
But still we imagine them as more
as colorful clouds that scientists did not color
as things that are beautiful and bright and strange
as things that are what we see.
Maybe that is the flaw
because we put color and perfection
where it does not exist
we fool ourselves,
when we look up at the sky,
Why is there nothing but blue?