poem

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Just in case you didn’t know,

or had forgotten—

each human is a universe;

so that when you walk up to them

with a fresh coffee in your hand,

and they have one in theirs,

you can each delve into

something strong and delicate,

bright and dark—

elements of

a vast chiroscuro

of failures, hopes,

dreams and

treasures.

And should you spend more time

with this creature with a mocha—

sharing the moment—

the features of the cosmos become

more apparent,

and constraint or expansion

become the truth

of the morning, or day,

or even decades.

Even the silliest, stupidest,

incubation is still immensely interesting,

every frozen flake of water is a marvel,

no matter how small.