The Pen is Larger than the Infinite
Complete rewrite of a 2013 poem. The original was not salvageable in any way.
We have the universe. For every opportunity there is a platinum gas point winking back at Webb, an undiscovered abyssal ocean monster living without us, an unvarnished pure glass grain in solitude, sheltered and satisfied, a bookshelf in some hole-in-the-wall delegating billions of dust mites, an unpublished manusc…
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