mirror in every direction.

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dust clouds travel paths out in highway universe

clumping into galaxies, baby stars turning

a trillion billion miracles in waiting

a billion trillion miles away from

under the roots of trees

where such scenes are mirrored also

here the moon can not touch lightly

fungi a synapse in such a mind connected

across continents, under oceans, beneath desert sands

bacteria, enzymes minerals and nature always working

when every grain of dust must help make mountains

how every lightning bolt looks for something to enlighten.

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