BILLIONS AND BILLIONS
i am just a child. please hold
my hands as i wade through these, &,
everything.
i want carl sagan to help me count the stars,
i want to know just what it means that there are
billions and billions of these things, & just
what is the universe, & when is something called a
biosphere? we are not plant cells. we
do not have walls like mimes,
we can not feel our boundaries and
poke at them, we have no
membranes. we are
free, we wander, we fly.
michio kaku writes dreams on
strings, we are 1% different than apes.
we look up, we think,
we cannot help but ask:
just what the heck is all of this?