Friday, March 30, 2018

Never Drop a Stitch

That a cosmos built of change
Still could be so locally
Tedious, as if nothing
Of importance ever changed,

Only silly differences
Small as the crescents of nails
Emerging as skin retracts
From the fingers in the grave,

Suggests determination,
A universe expanding
Without missing the smallest
Variation possible.

Infinitely minuscule
Distinctions define forever.

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