Waddup?

Infinitesimally sifting down –
quantum-tiny specks –
Being’s glitter –

existential snow –
drifting infinitely –
intimately –

filling space
invisibly –
blanketing the ground –

weightlessly uplifting –
while each tsunami
of a human

breath divides the glistening
explosively – supernovas
in a universe of atom –

unfathomable
violence
in silence.

And what was that
we think we heard
you say?

“Who me?
Not much.
An uneventful day.”

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