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colouring in
for the philosophy of table tennis
we live in the various
parts of day
a line is always moving
watch!
take a corner, tug!
in good years all sing
survived!
that was the mulberry’s
last
what squabble
the one rose whiff
and wings
now vocalize!
a roundness apparent
go along with this, so
far
here we take charge of
the weather
it’s the caption in the
picture
add curve to arc to
tangent
think of it as a sphere
46 point something
billion any direction you like
light years I mean
so
easier that way
what are the odds?
imagine a perfectly
round egg
Euclid and Ptolemy and
many
that godshead in The Seventh Letter –
it simply can’t be done
or not in three
dimensions
not out in the open let’s
say
fact is
all afoot
even the house, these
walls, a world
our sun’s a constant
hurtler
and where’s it…? I mean
wither?
it’s easy to think just
of expansion
and out like a candle
one day
consider the galactic
plane
we are circling the
centre, bit of a bounce
over and under
who’s there?
the many!
(in principle, never
uncountable)
I have heard it’s 7
kms/sec
nor is it a circle
that’s 26,000 light
years away
out here on the Orion
arm
these are rumours the
scientists spread
such truths as they
draw
not from thin air
what fires!
what startling
distances
desert sphinxes loom
see how it runs!
the nearly void
happens to be almost
everywhere
atoms!
the immediate
neighbourhood
uncanny, the mirror in
all
but blink and
what’s the matter?
gone!
all writing is a
signature
there are some asking
‘is God responsible for
just this one?’
there’s assumption
thrall!
singing ‘old
acquaintance’
‘don’t fence me in’
continents drift only
so far
the world has an end
and it’s where I’m from
once there was a danger
might have been a
pillar
could still be a mőbius
track
dubious warp woof girth
quite unremarkable, it’s
said
think how many
exoplanets in that jar
and what of eternal
life?
there’ll always be
something you haven’t considered
think of the cosmic
microwave background
go on! just have a poke at the numbers
till tinnitus rumble
the music of spheres
and then it’s dinner
done
or cat for an
experiment
room swung
some people still think
the universe is flat
and many have already
fallen for
a geodesic manifold
must dress one or the other way
one could go on
and it does
though whether finite?
these little tricks of
the lit world
this universe for a
knock knock joke
drop of sweat to mark
the brow
the head is always a
worry
take twinkle, so go on
must trust in the
little we know
bought a new light pump
to help through the
dreaming
and now the days are
gone
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