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| basin point no. 5 |
and what rift what wrinkle caused someone to ask
how much smaller is smaller still than small how much
outside the window an edge somnolent smudge
dawn cracked door of beginnings and repetitions the source of
no one knows how small small therein contained is
as assemblages stacked nano particle inched into particle
then droplet into r o o t
me next my patch of earth added
to yours equals our planet our solar system wedged into galaxy after galaxy
slivers nested like matryoshkas specks shards shreds
gliese slips into dorado another into libra that slight move delivers a good fit
your very cells never missing minutes now pinched between
thumb and forefinger and released the universe drops into the deep
velvet of my pocket letting go the stellar tracery of my dreams
