Xaipe: 5

swim so now million many worlds in each least less than particle of perfect dark— how should a loudness called mankind unteach whole infinite the who of life’s life(hark what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m certain they’re (look again)flowers.” “Don’t worlds open and worlds close?” “Worlds do, but differently;or as if worlds wanted us to understand they’d never close(and open)if that fool called everyone(or you or i)were wise.” “You mean worlds may have better luck, some day?” “Or worse!poor worlds;i mean they’re possible —but” lifting “flowers” more all stars than eyes “only are quite what worlds merely might be