Day: Aug 17, 2015

The Impossible Answer [poem]

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sometimes i almost get it
i can feel it lurking on
the tipness of my tongue
my life and me-ness
(you-ness too)
is hanging on a thread
i wonder what *on earth*
we have become
for every single particle
is poised upon a pinhead
{in a microbe
on a mote of dust
in a speck of water
as galaxies are thrust
across a space which could
be miniscule or infinite}
separately and together
at the same time
(i’m sure you’ll get my drift)
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