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Proxima Centauri It is in the way
the fruit blossoms forth from a spent flower,
in the things not said,
the way the sun stays
a careful distance from
the flesh. Still, the fruit grows round
and turgid, the vine
reaches out, thickens,
blessed by the heat. It is in the silences
that pass between. Fruit. Sun. Separated by millions
of miles, yet influencing
the daily habits of shadows,
nightly dreams. When tomatoes sleep
what conjurings
occur? #NASA #tomato #proxima