It’s a nice day looking out,
There’s squawk in the distance.
A being sits by the glass, through another,
it grasped a cup of water,
it swirled like galaxies:
one born out of another.
The entire history of all we comprehend as cosmos elapses.
it took a sip.
It’s a nice day looking out. Nothing has reached anywhere new.
Nothing has changed.
The entire history of another universe elapses.
An ever-zooming grid;
A clock that hasn’t ticked.