Lyndon Seitz
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My Religion
Take a pinch of the dust of the stars,
Place it under gravity’s pressure
And within our microscope’s vision
To find bottomless echo canyons
Between rows of multicolored grains
Of new sand, no two alike except
Two half parts of a spiral center
Split and separated at two end points
Of a universe. Place the slide in
A small capsule and send it to sea,
Return, place your footsteps in the sand.
Wait, witness the magnificence of
Nature and its timing of all things
Within a single fused grain of sand.
[email protected]
My Religion
Take a pinch of the dust of the stars,
Place it under gravity’s pressure
And within our microscope’s vision
To find bottomless echo canyons
Between rows of multicolored grains
Of new sand, no two alike except
Two half parts of a spiral center
Split and separated at two end points
Of a universe. Place the slide in
A small capsule and send it to sea,
Return, place your footsteps in the sand.
Wait, witness the magnificence of
Nature and its timing of all things
Within a single fused grain of sand.