Fragments of Consciousness
There is nothing we can think
that is not the thought
of a universe--
no spark we can light
that a star has not first
seen (the dust of us
and what we build upon);
so small we are—not our atoms,
for each of these
is a world of its own
while we price away our freedom
chipping perfect gems
into fragments of consciousness
the lesser man calls
love and possessions….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2019
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