You count the ants,
I will count the stars
The sheeple will graze in between.
The sun will highlight
optical illusions,
as color-wheel real.
The moon casts shadows
on our little delusions,
fear reigns supreme
in dream.
Our being
Here
while pointing to a view
too minute to see audibly
too vast for me
to grasp without the imaginary,
makes dreams with my reality.
Image credit Popular Science Monthly V. 29 (1886), thru telescope image via Wikimedia Commons.
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