Wrong again
curled inside the ordinary
lies a thumb print, a crab nebula,
a baby hedgehog with its paw
stuck in a pool of sky
it wasn’t there last night when
we opened that jug of calculus
poured ourselves an axiom
opened consciousness’ grating
just a crack to find
a riddle with a vintage gleam
fermenting over centuries
hidden under dusty suppositions
an alchemy we sipped in awe
perhaps we should have let
it be, waited to see what happens
next but curiosity aroused we
sipped and watched and watched
and sipped and as our theories
grew we wondered maybe it
might grow into a happy ending
or sadly into yet another
self fulfilling hangover
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2011
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