Through which crack should I look today
to glimpse the intentions of the universe
where ants live
the chipmunk stores its seeds
woodpeckers hunt for lunch
through invisible cracks
where love meets hate
accidents wait to happen
a fractured soul tries again
or through some quixotic one
at the top of the nearest rainbow
where space and time converge
gravity meets anti-gravity
I peer through all of the above and see
the universe looking back at me
with shaking-head sadness and bitter regret.
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