in the bowl a hand of dirt
in the dirt a speck of nothing
you see it charm the throat of worms
circling 'round the bottom.
in the bottom a shroud of seeds
in the seeds a speck of nothing
you see it sprout the march of stems
growing 'round the outside.
in the outside a fist of trees
in the trees a speck of nothing
you see it trick the port of birds
flirting 'round the blossoms.
in the blossoms an arm of branch
in the branch a speck of nothing
you see it flank the float of leaves
puzzling 'round tomorrow.
tomorrow, a wheel of you
inside you a speck of nothing
you see it face the swarm of stars
stinging 'round the galaxy.
in the galaxy a clutch of planets
in the galaxy a speck of nothing
in the galaxy a convocation of you,
of you and you, and nothing.
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