FOOTNOTE TO GENESIS
The world
is a pebble
flung into
the void
casting
out ripples – moisture
like cold
perspiration and the
faint
odour of nitrogen, oxygen
and carbon
dioxide cling
to it as
it flashes, a bright
dart
tracing its fading
snail-trail
down the sky.
Anything
else you care to say
is pure
conjecture and
won't hold
up under scrutiny.
First published in, I think, Southern Ocean Review, maybe 1999 or 2000
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