It’s a nice day looking out,

There’s squawk in the distance.

A being sits by the glass, through another,

it grasped a cup of water,

it swirled like galaxies:

one born out of another.


The entire history of all we comprehend as cosmos elapses.


it took a sip.

It’s a nice day looking out. Nothing has reached anywhere new.

Nothing has changed.


The entire history of another universe elapses.

An ever-zooming grid;

A clock that hasn’t ticked.

A Mid-February (humor) gift.

1 LeConte, Berkeley