So you fill yourself
with food and drink
and with a bloated tummy
you lie in bed
spinning, spinning like
a Saturn, huge, in your
own planetary system
content with your
rings of ice
not worrying where
you are going
confident upon the
flight where stars and
meteors go together
in the blindness of
the laws of
silence.
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