Saturday, February 8, 2014

020814

The Sorry Snores of God


We don't find
That we live on a marble
Or a dust mote

We seem to be the largest scale world there is

But what about our motes and marbles
Who lives on them
Who has to live with that humbling knowledge
Whose world-spanning empire resides
On a pimply teenage butt?


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