Lay witness to an ultimate view...
of the way things are for me and you
Though we may be
these tiny fleas
in a canine's tangled
fur of celestial lights
and busy we may be
gnashing at dog meat
wanting for blood and nourishment...
that we are blind to stop,
to stop and look,
to look and see...
on our coffee breaks
and amidst the smoke
to see the tinier
than we
swirling galaxies
in our own warm cups
of thick black space
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