Virgo Supercluster, all the way out.
The Local Group, thirty strong, and growing.
Galaxias, vacuous black, gaseous light.
The Solar System is not all that small.
Mother Earth is not either.
Wajir, Kenya, on a dusty hill,
In a wobbly box of a building,
Where no one’s supposed to be,
A man bent over a table whispers
Hoc est enim corpus meum.
Small in All
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