Sky is Ceiling
Heaven has no Lid
When I was six I reckoned
Think Mind of Mine
Think Sequence of all Thinking.
Think beyond the Ceiling
Galaxies are Spirits
in the furthest Prisms
Hubble eyeballs witness
Horizon to Horizon
See telescopic Sea.
Action Word explodes
According to the Manuscript
Birthing ensued. When I was five,
in Puddles I saw Oceans.
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