It's all about scale.
As close as we can push our eyes
is far away, adventure touching our cheek.
I open my eyes lost in the morning.
Just beyond startle, just
this side of fright. I nestle
in certainty, curled and safe
just inside the glass wall.
I so nearly touch them,
rescued only by chance.
They are permanent, with
devices that enable them to wait.
The comfort of the earth
melts in the indifference beyond.
The Microscope on the Table
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