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Aug 2014
We're GIANTS on a toy-top spinning-speck
space-bound swallowed;
joining harmonics
in gyrating clock work's working;
catching gears of time's time
circling Ra's warmth

We're GIANTS on a toy-top spinning-speck
bellicosing great power's glory;
dwarfed into a vast cosmic oblivian
likened to a speck
of plankton
in a whales belly
World leaders act as if how big and powerful they are. But looking at the huge huge vastness of space, we don't even exist
RW Dennen
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RW Dennen  Philadelphia
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