Membranous, filamentous,
A collection of bubbles,
A cross-section of tissue,
It’s frothy but orderly
In ropy, repeating ways
At the scale of galaxies,
As patterned as a floodplain
After the mud’s dried and cracked,
Looking like something from it,
Looking its typical self,
Eloquent as granite cut
Into slabs for countertops.
Let’s coin a word for cosmic
Mimics how like it it is.
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