picking crumbs
from the floor and teeth
not knowing
whose smile
I am wearing
what was this
world
suppose to become
what was this world
to teach itself
under the dirt
out in my backyard
under the fake plum tree
all flower no follow through
there is something
something I think
is everywhere
bits of the universe
just trying to take a look
evolving eyes
and ears
some left behind to eat what there is
us one of the farthest along
and yet maybe to far
all confused and diverted
by an overload of possibility
or maybe that
is exactly what the goal was
to piece by piece see and fell it all
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