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    This 3 stanza poem explores humanity's smallness in the vast universe, as the speaker acknowledges that under the stars and in the cold, humans are insignificant and "the dark." While holding onto their humanity with cupped hands, the speaker reaches out with fingertips to the swirling galaxies to grasp for something beyond human understanding that is not there to be found.

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    This 3 stanza poem explores humanity's smallness in the vast universe, as the speaker acknowledges that under the stars and in the cold, humans are insignificant and "the dark." While holding onto their humanity with cupped hands, the speaker reaches out with fingertips to the swirling galaxies to grasp for something beyond human understanding that is not there to be found.

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    What's Human Outside Under This Field of Stars in A Frost That Slows The Blood

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    Ana Hernandez Paredes
    This 3 stanza poem explores humanity's smallness in the vast universe, as the speaker acknowledges that under the stars and in the cold, humans are insignificant and "the dark." While holding onto their humanity with cupped hands, the speaker reaches out with fingertips to the swirling galaxies to grasp for something beyond human understanding that is not there to be found.

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    What's Human

    Outside under
    this field of stars
    in a frost that slows
    the blood

    we are the dark.

    We hold in a creel
    of air
    what's human

    and stretch out
    our fingertips
    to the whorl of galaxies

    to feel for what's not there.
    Jean Atkin

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