a desert beetle, caught
in a drain pipe somewhere
in a large star-cluster city,
dreams of dust, sage bellies
against sage bellies,
Your mesquite bones.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." --Albert Einstein
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