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    [post_content] => When the blue planet snagged its atmosphere
On a passing meteor, all manner of life
Came leaking out.

Clouds. Couches. Conversation.
Computers, Camels and Countries
Spreading outward across the black like the
Remnants of a rubbish cluster across the sea.

A diverse array of religious relics are floating now,
In another God’s strange centre.
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Inevitable

Isabel Waters

When the blue planet snagged its atmosphere
On a passing meteor, all manner of life
Came leaking out.

Clouds. Couches. Conversation.
Computers, Camels and Countries
Spreading outward across the black like the
Remnants of a rubbish cluster across the sea.

A diverse array of religious relics are floating now,
In another God’s strange centre.