3645. GASES COMBINED IN DEEP SPACE TO FORM STARS

GASES COMBINED IN 
DEEP SPACE 

TO FORM STARS

I'd believe that if there was no form,

if Truth had a harness or if Heaven

had a door. Otherwise, nothing.  I

abhor those so-sure-of-themselves 

blowhards who proclaim all this

stuff. Science and strict language

wear a strait-jacket made of both

ego and vice.

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The cup of milk is out for the cat

I never see  -  'Hojo', I call it.

In the morning somehow that cup

is empty; other times - along with

the food and chews I leave it -  there

are but crumbs and shavings left. Or

that's what they look like anyway.

Evidences only  -  see that, science

asshole, see that  -  evidences only.

-

Of what once may have been; of what

once I may have put out; of what once

perhaps the chimerical Hojo consumed;

of what once I may have made up. 

I simply do not know.

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(And the stars give way to gravity...).