There's a fossil here before me that makes me think of you.
Showing no inclination to depart my universe
and made of some old thing that
was made, in turn, of some old thing
and so on. Composed entirely of the same stuff
as me. As earth. As quarks and gluons.
And it's curled up tight. Tight, like a hedgehog.
Like ninety million years ago
it thought to turn to diamond.
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