The moon is envelope white
And flat like a pressed flower. Some gas giants are blue against the backdrop
Of eons. Dandelions are the universe too.
Daisies are hydrogen and carbon.
A point has no circumference. Meanderers love the horizon.
Brontosauruses are the universe too.
The wind buoys the lungs.
Time’s whereabouts is the end game of metaphysics. How time arrives
And from where is the universe too.
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Damn, Bob, this is superb.
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Thank you! I’m really glad you think so.
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wonderful, Bob: you had me from the first image; the poem took off from there —
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