Through a Cosmic Glass
There is a question mark behind planet X
and the sun seems to be returning to cosmic sperm.
I am reading my eyes in a public library mirror
looking for stars in those black holes.
Jupiter has shrunk to the size of a dime;
the engraved mirror needs cleaning,
the whole solar system wobbles as people pass-by.
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