the long, lean chair
sat by the statue wall,
metal arms by his sides.
rubber feet drip dust into our
ceilings.
only great oceans can fix it.
those times when science gave up.
oh we were all young children,
reaching out, beyond the microscopic universe,
finding nothing there.
***
there is a place you can go,
beautiful learner,
where you can be what you are.
swimming in the burning stars,
all the lights on your hungry face.
there is a place for you
at the frothy ends of the
lace-like galaxy.
no prize for you, for all your work,
but echoes of it linger.
your thoughts,
little bundled roses entwining
'round the planets.
oh, to be what you are
and to go toward
what you will be.
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