Borealis (Two Quatrains)
D Denis Mair
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We only tell ourselves stories
Pretending to offer explanations
As we try to unravel the matrix
That sustains us in our cradle
From a spindle beyond manifestation
Light is pulled through the Milky Way...
Playful after-glints from the power
That sets galaxies spinning like tops
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