You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing - e.e. cummings

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

In restless dreams I walked alone

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(a collage I made a little while ago for a school project)

I don't usually post blog entries after midnight, and yet here I am.
*yawn*
Is it Friday yet?
Never mind, don't answer that.



And so...
Midnight poetry:

"Microscopic"
by me

Here
In this spot
I stand
A nanodot on a map
One body
Of billions
Not even a speck in space
Mass clumped together
Ungainly and haphazardly
Some iota of a quart
Amidst the gaseous giants
And titanic spheres
Who assume their own
Infinity
Me
A dot
So tiny
And invisible to the comets
Indifferent to a passing star
Fragmented molecules that transcend perpetuity
I stand here
Microscopic

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