Poetry
Now Nebula
It starts as an idea,
a splash of bright red paint in the dark,
illuminating unseen paths
and drawing up their dust.
Terraforming Luna
High above us on a clear winter night
the construction crews begin to build,
to grasp that pale white disk
and make her as green as Earth.
Tooth
It spirals to the left,
emerging from a dentin core,
exquisite and softer than expected.
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