Existence
My politician is the cosmos,
that unending piece of star filled canopy
that wraps my soul
to sleep each night.
I'm a swaddled papoose
on it's immortal back,
just for the ride.
It's the happy magician that rules
a hundred thousand thoughts....
Sun and moon are the curtains of the macrocosm,
that shrinks your small words
of what holds today.
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