I am a speck in the sky.
An hour ago, patting down my face
in the ladies' toilet,
it occurred to me that from the ground
I would be invisible in the infinite.
So I think I'll have a strong drink,
and idly watch the ground go by,
vast and tiny,
all at once.
Another pint here.
Another red-haired man here.
Another tongue, another bite,
Another button-down shirt.
Another pint.
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