Space Thoughts
With a big enough crash to let outer space realize.
I love having a life where my thoughts crash into the tree.
Speeding stuff, and a person who has creases too.
I can hear the crash of someone thinking of me.
Or maybe that’s a vending machine falling over.
I feel so good that I could prod a dead body and be cheerful.
And no one understands how happy I can make this earth abound.
Like, growing carrots in a trash heap!
With a big enough crash, I hit my head on my desk.
Didn’t really have a desk until then.
Outer space nods and gleams at me.
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