Psychedelic Psalm

The universe is liquid; it fits any container.

The universe fits in a field and we play a pick-up game of football. The universe fits in a blade of grass on a field, drinking the dew that forms on its shaded face. The universe fits in a football; what joy it is to be kicked around!

The universe fits in the cells of a blade of grass, a microscopic, self-sufficient city. The universe fits in the pattern on a football, an elementary truth with unfathomable significance. In its wild green nature and the way the grass perpetuates its code, holding secrets the size of football fields,

the universe fits.