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Feb 2016
In my palm I laid a single grain of sand - and studied long with the eyes of Man.

Then when my eyes acquired the truth the reality of the Universe did blooth

That grain of sand - it 'twas a planet -
with seas and lands and tiny humans 'pon it

The lands were home to many people
   - some were with; some without steeples

They had cities wide and planes and cars
     and schools and courts and homes and bars

I looked closer still with wisdom's sight
     and I got a Universal fright

Outside a small town like my own -
was a beach like that I'm stood upon!

And on that beach I saw a man
a-peering deeply at his palm

~ Closer still I did exam
.... and his interest,

(I swear to God
with raised right hand)

  was just -
a single -
grain
of

s
a
n
d
"
'
'
I call this a recursive poem
Anto MacRuairidh
Written by
Anto MacRuairidh  Derry
(Derry)   
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