The dankest of banks.

There is grandeur in this view of life
Basked in weed dank throes of streetlight.
Confused needs, envoys and treaties
Dotted round the night like fireflies.

Enemies or friends are just
A lottery, formed of cosmic dust.
We’ll meet again in different forms
In future as well as the past.

Don’t lament on things unkind
On windswept tundra you will find
The universe is unknowing love
Abstracted from us by our minds.

And if by chance you give your thanks
For these celestial, grandiose pranks,
Think of me as I think of you
Nestled in our entangled banks.

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