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Sep 2014
When I look up at the sky
I see an immense something,
made up of masses little things
that’s too big to fit in a frame.

I look into a throbbing bead of white
and focus hard
I cant understand how such a small nothing
can make up
(and be made up)
so many massive somethings.
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