By Thomas Davis
When I dipped the doodle,
the universe roared back.
I tried to roar at the universe’s roar,
but the sound I made was so weak
it didn’t even register
above the sounds gravity wells make
in the deepest space
where vacuum eliminates all sound.
At that point I felt like a rooster
crowing on a fence as the sun almost rises,
so filled with myself
I had to dodge the farmer’s shout
as he yelled at me to at least wait
until the sun actually rose
before making a damn fool of myself.
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