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| From light to DNA, Art by the author |
Nine trillion mice
Descending from the sky
Gliding, plummeting, walking through the ether
As if it were a sunny field
With dandelions, yellow flowers and rich seed
As if the sun beams were their tiny roads in the tall grass
And the clouds soft soil to burrow and nest
Getting denser and denser, as the earth pulls to them
And takes them apart, no longer immense beings
Of warmth and vapor and joy
Now getting colder and entering the mysteries of weight
As their ions transmute to hairs and the hairs to fur
And individuation strikes
Making them Nine trillion
Nine trillion mice
