So you forgot some onions
the ones on your shopping list
and your hair frays in the heat
you don’t look like a model
someone else won the lottery
then become famous
but you didn’t
you swore you would be like an Angelina
it was made to hurt when you stopped eating
you were sad for the five hundred people
that just died in a flood
but didn’t seem to mind
the one hundred and forty six thousand
one hundred and twenty five others to die today
and by the time your planet circles your sun
another fifty million will join them
I will not poison your neighbour
or set them on fire
but rest assured
you have just brief moments
to fill them with your tiny things
So peaceful out here
drifting on galactic winds
a trillion suns to light the way
my breadcrumbs floating along a trail
to lead me away from you
on this grandest adventure
all the while I hum a song
that someone taught me once
a hum that binds the tiny things
tiny things that make up all that is
and will ever be
the things that make you form
that make you think
that go on to make other things
once you have finished with them
and when I stop humming
these tiny things
they scatter away to nothing
and this trail goes dark and cold
then I start again
I can keep humming for a long time
but not forever
at least as long as the last time
and less than the time before that
and your tiny things
loose those moments as you please
Ground to Ground 
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