A Solar System Is Watching
I study eyes, eye's only mind sees.
Inside those orbs a little
protogenic me crawls away.
The tiny creature is going back to God,
he remains cohesive in a residual way.
A solar system is watching;
its dying sun is a question mark.
Jupiter and Planet X
are returning to cosmic whale sperm.
Earth has got too big;
that old brass and leather engine
that once made frames for mirrors
is now smoke.
Not at the beginning or the end,
I am doing 'mind' somewhere else.
I am limping along toward a Gas Giant
some have perhaps misnamed.
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