How deep the hole we’re in
And looking up from there
How close the clouds of stars
And what continues not careless
Beyond the airless dome
An ever-expanding wilderness
Filled with creatures and concepts
Longing for their names
But here at ground level
We must be the gap the interval
The connecting in-between
Necessary to all planetary life
The notch carved out
In which some tiny creature nestles
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