There was a gambler from the Andes
who was fond of upping the antes,
but he got in deep debt
and started to bet:
"beachfront property here in the Andes!"
sunlight pours over the mountain,
cascading into the valley,
drawing all eyes into its blinding whiteness
too much light enters my eye
just as too much information,
sometimes,
enters my mind
and, yet, i peer through the searing pain -
just for the view
two tender, little mushrooms
stand amid a mossy expanse
i'm moved by their intimate proximity
though i don't know it to be
anything other than a
random molecular fact,
and yet it speaks to me,
and i feel proximity & distance
all the more intensely