It's possible—you're
someone
really special
without
even trying, without
even knowing.
It's possible—that
when
you're asleep,
your quivering, secreted
eyes just keep
seeing things;
that the faintest outlines
of webbed
veins and capillaries
threading throughout
your paper-
thin lids
might become
the same
giant super-clusters
which weave together
vast regions
of deep space—
and that, one day,
you'll get to see
your great-
great-great-
great
grandchildren
finally
coming to visit.
It's possible—
that this
little phenomenon
is quite common,
while simultaneously—
extremely far
from normal.
