The Big O

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The rain falls. Flowers grow.
Rivers meander, fish in tow.
It isn't real, this I know,
like shadows cast from rainbows:
the arches, all a shimmer-glow,
are made of nothing, nothing, no;
and never sailed a shadow
from a photon archipelago.
Where came the fish and flowers fro?
Rivers birth from rainfall's throw,
yet rivers begat the raincloud. So
they circle. Round and round they go:
Ouroboros. Merry-go:
where it stops, nobody knows!
And where it started? Much less so.
It isn't real, this I know.
It isn't real.
But what a show!