What does the sky hold that the space between my ears can’t?
Bark sloughs off the tree, and grass grows beneath it,
and flowers attract bees.
Work is force times acceleration.
When the book closes,
only darkness reads its pages.
When I close my eyes at night,
only dreams read my soul.
I watched the International Space Station zoom overhead a few nights ago.
It looked like a tiny sun hurrying across the dome of night’s empyrean phantasy.
Infinity smiled, but the world thought it was a frown.
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