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She hides her mind within
her beauty, in a gentle façade of laughter,
in misremembered anecdotes,

in gestures, graceful, but effortless;
That they might not know the galaxy's
suns blossom pink, yellow, white

to kiss every axon bouquet and
every unspoken syllogism, the brightest
Mind of the cosmos at absolute zero,

hidden in a vast and starless sky
Wovon man nicht sprechen kann,
darüber muss man schweigen.


David Lipowski, Undergraduate Student, Communications
Spring 2012