Monday, April 13, 2015

Fantastic Battle with a Self

Stars in the visible universe
Can't outnumber the molecules
In a dozen or so snowflakes
Perched on the whorls of my thumb.

So there, there's our quantifiable
Love affair with the permanent
Universe that surrounds and outlasts
Our maps of lasting surroundings.

Quick, quick, rush to finish,
Before you forget, the task you set
Your approximation of a self, ice
Crystal grown from germs and luck.

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