What if it’s all just soap?

An ode to Axion

The more jaded I get 
about the music of the Universe 
and every tool we have 
to smell, touch, and feel it; 

The more instinctively I recognize
the perfect and sublime beauty 
of popping to the store for eggs
and just doing dishes.

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