How special                     

the delight of a child

clutching dull stones

as though

attempting to grasp

the stars…

 

Bathed in an ocean

of innocence

born of ignorance

breeding

curiosity…

 

If only,

if only the child’s fingers

could clutch tight

the pulsing pulsars PARSECs

away awash

in dewey time-space unity.

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