which divinity has revealed
our known universe
so well concealed
now depicted as spiralling galaxies
two newspaper columns wide
while just outside the double-glazing
the spider
tugs at a thread of his web
disengaging a leaf
which spins away into eternity
if only
I could formulate a question
if only
my reflection in the glass
wasn't just another preconception
waiting for the last train
which is coming-up too fast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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