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Space Object

A large black sphere that's darker than midnight Floating in the distance against soft white A tube from the sphere not half as thick glides Shrinking into the distance no divides Connected other side in unison Liquid Pouring out like a hooligan Landing below tipping over the scales Fluorescent blue fluid its new path fails Off the edge of flat glass fluently flows From liquid to solid no longer flows Appearance of moss it hangs from the edge From view in dark blue this liquified ledge From whats been described may seem far fetched During this writing this picture was etched Space Object Chris Damstrom

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