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A billion light years is a fantasy

to me and to a lot of other folks.

It ripples off the tongue like meet for tea

and many other words, including jokes.

But try to think of it in miles or feet.

How many trips to buy a shirt or shoes?

That speed your shot goes in a game of skeet—

the pellets are not fast at all. They ooze.

Before and after all our lives, the stars

explode, black holes collide and spread in trillions

while we eat breakfast, read a book, drive cars.

We live our tiny lives in modest millions.

Yet we, and maybe only we, observe

and think of it. Is that way we serve?