Tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny creature
More tiny than the tiniest speck of dust
There inside some long magazine feature
Article on death and killing and lust.
This tiny fleck moves fast across the page,
Then glides right down to where the centre's creased
And something in my brain starts to engage
And words and rhymes are gradually released.
The idea for a sonnet comes to mind,
I think I'll write about the size of you
And everything that here on earth we find
That makes us feel our puzzlement anew.
I look back down and for an instant see
You walk across the word "...eternity..."
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