The Universe is
Dust in a sunbeam.
Cinammon in milk.
Flecks on the sidewalk.
Flashes of red light
that flood through the gaps between the train cars
rhythmically, musically,
a heartbeat.
The freckles of a stranger
who seems almost familiar
like maybe we could know each other
if we tried.
Light on the water.
Chalk on black paper.
The iris of an eye.
Fractals.
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