Parading

Often I imagine the earth

through the eyes of the atoms we’re made of—
through the eyes of the atoms we’re made of—
through the eyes of the atoms we’re made of—
atoms, peculiar
atoms, peculiar
atoms everywhere—
atoms everywhere—
no me, no you, no opinions, —Dan Gerber
no me, no you, no opinions,
—Dan Gerber

atoms

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