Muse
Muse
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Just an un-thought thought.
The least touch of a feather or
draught from
the beating wing of a bird;
A telescope taking focus on
Saturn's rings,
resolved in image,
cut and colour.
The idea gestating in a crate
sealed shut under a slatted grate
asking to be prised apart with a
number nine tyre iron as
the gyrating stars gazed down
upon nothing,
rounding Earth's scimitar sharp crescent
with an ineffable and total
cosmic indifference.
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