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    • Mar 22, 2021
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Speck on a Blue Mote

Just a squiggle, just a speck, Proceed orderly through the wreck Through mire and light, more or less, The silly mystery we term "life" I multiply all the good given A short span to do a lot of living Bound neither for hell nor for heaven Here just long enough to savor life. Little atom bundle, if you're lucky, Joys await the supple and the plucky The ones who do not heed malarkey Who author their ways and wants in life. Just a moment, just a jot, A double helix star-stuff knot At once nothing and a lot Beginning to end, you embody life.

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