Down To The Smallest Things - Poem by Douglas Scotney
comes from somewhere else
and becomes what it is.
That smallest thing
would not be what it is
had it not come from somewhere else.
What chance anything larger
being what it is
had it not come from somewhere else? No chance.
No doubt about somewhere else.
No chance no somewhere else.
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