Well there is a whole world out there,
With flowers that grow out of stars,
Exploding like novas of blossom,
Engulfing the blue of the sky.

Only your fingers need to sizzle,
On your chest, hot like coals,
Your heart steaming arteries,
Pumping fire, so you know.

That only atoms on the move,
Get the world to bloom.
What is right is the time,
For us to mark our womb.

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