a totality of light
encroaches on the hungry allness
of emptiness
small furry things
eyes that wake
stomachs rise and fall
with tiny breaths
puffs sufficient
to tickle your cheek
mighty enough
to enliven miracles
our lives, too
rise with the chorus
we play our parts
and that is enough
thinking ourselves more, well
that is too much
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