
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.
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.