A fly landed on my pen --
a gnat fell sideways onto
the words I wrote,
determined to map out
this unseemly terrain which
appeared without end, but
which
at the briefest flutter of wind
might turn fully on its side
which,
though wide, did not bear the weight
even to disfigure his wings.
I could see the distrust in his hundred eyes.
Even as he traced with each of six legs
a path on the wide frontier of my paper --
his disbelief, that such an infinite land
could end at such a thin, empty point.
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