Mess and occasional epiphany
This detritus of life
Sinks low and sometimes stinks high
Yet also serves as a breeding ground.
Life can be a broody hen
Incubating
More from less
Primordial ooze canoodling
I bet even God didn’t know
Exactly what she was getting into.
And everything else but filler
Sometimes disappoints
Biggest and greatest
Begets plenty of wadding
“Is that all there is…?”
Peggy Lee bemoans.
Don’t we want the fireworks to go on
Forever
Bigger and better?
Oooh, ahhh!
Is it like eating prunes?
Is three enough?
Is six too many?
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