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always microscoping

in

to the tiniest of details
they insist
on the basis of things
as physical

mind
coming out
of matter

others telescoping

out

to the grandest of mysteries
insist
on the basis of things
as spiritual

matter
coming out
of mind

still others scope a

mirror

asking
what of the eye

behind the lens?

what is doing

the looking?

what of the laughter
when a dog

farts?

or the worry
about being

bad?

what of the concern
when a friend gets

ill?

or the turmoil
about being

mad?

what of the love
that could embrace a

world?

or the anguish
about being

sad?

do they scry
in their viewfinders
the broken triumph

of an ordinary day?

the abject comedy

of a lifetime?

I gaze bewildered
into this mirror-scope
the gaze itself
is miracle enough