Is an excrescence of heaven
In the process of assimilating God
Or whatever you want to call it
Everything simultaneously that’s
Inside and all around us
How far back the idea
Stretches itself to the rattle
Of garbage in the alley even
And still so much to throw away
The great mountains and oceans
The living and dying of worlds
And who will win the prize
Of seeing the last rose
Or the last pelican I saw
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