Lint

I have the secrets of the universe

stored within my pocket.

if creating our world

was just a divine invention

then we’re all amateur gods.

 

I’ve wondered about the meaning of life

and why I can’t cook for shit.

The answers are in my pockets of lint

they’re tiny clusters of stars

galaxies

look, even ours.

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