The world is swirling with nearly
Inestimable, uncountable
Minuscule events, tallying
And reshaping the summable
Whole of every extra moment,
All the trash and dust flickering
Past a grocery store entrance
In any given desert town
On any random, windy day
As someone pushes a cart out
In which condensation dribbles
From the misted vegetables
Now cinched in see-through plastic bags
Under a cloudless sky hiding
The dark and stars with dusty blue,
The dark itself only hiding
A dozen or more rogue planets
Booted from their stellar systems
For every observable star,
Trillions lost in one galaxy,
Each rich with minuscule events.
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