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Here we are with our faces
pressed to the opaque skin
of the ever-expanding balloon,
which is whatever you want
it to be: universe, possibility,
God, consciousness, un-.
Nietzsche, as I remember,
lamented that Jesus had no
Dostoevsky living next door
to him. How lucky I am
to have a nattering constant
attending my tiny hermit life.
Todd Young