Went out
and came back in
Looking for grub
He stayed and stayed at times
At other
Times he was just wondering
About that.
The spring still sprang
Spurting , sparting, sporting
And the sky befuddled
Tiny was inordinately tiny
And knowing it
Never actually grown
He worked it until the lastNight fall and wanted
A just recumberence
Plus plenty of benefits
Like straying late and wide.
Around and above
It all, he kneeded and threaded
For the wine eternal
He left there some undetermined time
And went to look out
So he could panascope
Out in the wild
The panorama of everything
Mystified his tiny mind
And sparks jetted
Out igniting all with flashes
Sparkling a sudden
Revelation of every inch
Existance tumultuously
Infinite cubicles
Every one of them a complete
Scenic universe sometime
With all the dizzying world actions
Every single timed nuance like villager or
city slicker
Seasons eternally passing,
Minutely and unabashedly firsf, the whirring with incredible speed
The thought of which tiny
Could imagine into
A sweetest song.