when i’m down in the dirt
and don’t know a thing
birds still will feed on the seed
in the green grass above me
and in the cosmos collapse
and rebound and expanse
in our duplicate world
will you love me
our lives are so small
i hope that you will
it’s all the purpose i see
that can fill me
among this throng
dandruff of a dead star
awash in gravitational waves
rippling over and over again
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