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I slurp my soup to better 

Take in air the gaps of cosmos 

The chaos of the earthbound

The spots of oil & bits of root 

Islands of piquancy 

Rotate in their orbits in the Milky Way

Of my steaming bowl 

Of delicate strings and wormholes

Pinched picked up by chopsticks

Bilocating me in parallel universes

From my vantage of lightyears

And Doppler echoes

As the dusk descends on the fading 

City like an ecliptic shadow

As the lights blink on

Like so many nebulae & galaxies:

 

The ramen fills or empties me

 

 

Marne Kilates

10 October 2019

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