William Keckler suggests that:
A painting is just a solidified
dust bunny.
A poem is definitely a sonic dust bunny.
. . .
Dust bunnies are cosmic.
Even our Milky Way Galaxy is a big dust bunny.
See his full discussion
here.
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Monsieur Lapin de Poussiere writes:
William Keckler is a sick puppy.
And a sonic dust bunny himself.
But he loves this.