Shape vanishes into shape, poof!
Imagination needs no proof.
Our skies reveal twisted Saturns
In proliferating patterns.
Approaching stars are spiny jacks —
Their ball, made of Jupiter, cracks.
We squeeze the world from a tube,
But we have to invent the cube.
A piece of unchewed bubble gum
Is galaxy Triangulum.
We read a creature’s intestines
Attempting to absolve our sins,
Interpret shapes of the erased
We find deep inside striped toothpaste.
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