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Floaters and Fireballs

Saint Paul, 15 September 2011

We don't concern ourselves with
every streaking eye floater
the mind hurls towards us

Our eyes are like snow globes
giving false proof of infinity

Just like I don't concern myself
with every flaming fireball
the universe hurls toward me

Yet my t-shirt informs you
I duck for low-flying rocks