For just a moment,
She saw
Herself
As an infinite
Amalgam of stardust,
Suffering enthusiasm,
Solace and lust....
Then, donning battle
Scarred bifocals, returned
To perusing
The back
Of a half-empty box
Of Captain Crunch
Bathed in amber
Light pouring like honey
Onto her cereal bowl
From a hive of bees
Buzzing promiscuously
Around
A nearby star.
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