if I was the universe,
I would contract into an infinitely small circle of self
each night
and alight on your bedside table
for a moment.
would you feel my presence?what if I was
everything?
would you still try to look at me?
you could find me between the stars
and behind the sunif you laid on your back on the side of a hill
with your hands folded on your belly
and your toes in the grass,
you could see meand I would see you,
a mote of
life
adrift in the vast entropy of things