Poem #151

space jelly with a half-opaque exterior
exists in a lonely vacuum in the universe
its insides: viscous, swirling pastel metallic stuff
its hard exterior protects the gooey insides
but none of it serves any productive purpose
there is no history, just its being
and that’s completely acceptable

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