THE WAY THINGS ARE SPACED
When you question the chancings of time
it comes down to a matter of placement.
The way boats, along an ocean horizon,
seem niched by a hand of God; or the
layout of birds along grasses - clumps
almost mathematical in a non-precision.
Such grand conundrums do make me
look twice, for if there is some conclusion
to be made from reading these things of
the world. Messages? Hidden somewhere
with a form we do not fathom? Is the
entire world, then, talking on its way
around us, who realize so little?
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