Can't you see?

I have my clouds

They hover above my muscles

From here to a black empty sea.


You take a picture of my skin

And you only have Space to compare

How still we both seem

I can't possibly be more


Can't you see?

I am a planet.

A host of ways you are not

But you are not curious!


For how foolish you are to think

That my clouds are limits

When even you can look up or down

And observe far beyond


Can't you see?

You have not explored your own

Nor mine

Do not halt at my skin

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