If I read for too long,
My eyes grow too wide
Filled up with big words
With big ideas inside
A little blob of jam on too much toast
My thoughts scraped over too much bread
These are the moments I love the most
When the world's just too big for my head
What makes a maker make,
What made my Maker make me?
I can dance with the knowing of not knowing
I can laugh at the formulas for love
And bespectacled old men's equations for infinity
Who think the universe will never be quite universe enough
And all the factors run down my mind
Always sliding comfortably back home to zero.
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