laboriously, we're born every day
into different lives; worlds.

and on each turn, it's a cold,
unseeing, uncaring Universe, or
so we think.

our simplicity in thought eases
the supposition that we matter.
we wink at the court jester.

a black hole of pertinent questions
allow for the answers to fly away
into the one Universe we know.

Carl Sagan, so outdated, so banal
his projection of millions and millions.
there's that many in the Milky Way.

we need to wake Carl, make him count
more and more galaxies, more stars.
we need to change neighborhoods.

02/03/2009

Posted on 02/03/2009
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