Jan 262005
 

back then,
now again,
up down,
around and then…
all constellations in sky unending.

it’s the big bang. the wild atomic. the lowlit whisper light as a feather.
it’s the om and the um, the oo and the huh. with great bulldozers and fine toothed combs,
i am the excavated
the mummy come back from dead

fresh. green. living.
edging at the now.

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