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you do
more than hold
your own.
you cradle stars
in your strides,
whole worlds
with single steps,
oceans in the sweat
that collects
in the small of your back.
you match army
drill manuevers
with a bend of your arm,
outshining red giants
with a gentle tug
upwards of your lips
defying gravity.

hold your own?

galaxies pray
to hold their own
with you.