we sent a probe out to deep space
and it found something shaped like a snowman
and we all gasped because we recognised the shape as something human but as the probe shot further out to space it beamed back images of eyeballs
and vacuum cleaners and frozen peas
pretty soon we realised we were surrounded
by each and every thing that we had ever borne witness to
painted on the endless canvas of time
and we screamed sad and beautiful in the churches
because it meant that we were all wrong about everything
and has anything ever been so sweet

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Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in north Wales. His debut collection of poetry, Casually Discussing the Infinite, peaked at 89 on Amazons World Poetry chart and his second book ‘Become Something Frail ‘will be released on Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku – the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.