Seeds bubble and foam up from the flat
low land and spin out in wet wild galaxies
of life. The farmer looks. That
is the wide unknown, hurling
the mind past the depths of the seas,
capturing (for Orion) the Pleiades...
there is the reckless mystery! Who needs
a submarine or a satellite to see marvels
when here from a speck of life pours
unseen,
unheard,
unfathomed glory.
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