I rest my feet
upon the coffee table
and superclusters
untold years away
support their weight.
I scratch behind
the ears of Pluto
and Andromeda
wags its tail.
I place my arm
around a maple tree
whispering
she’s a lovely
friend and universe.
Awakening,
I rubbed my eyes
this morning; stars
emerged to clear
an age of sleeping.
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