Last time I checked
Something new under the sun
Is a wondrous miracle

Over the course of one hundred thousand years
To find a new possibility
Feels nearly impossible

And yet,
And yet,
When the thoughts flow from your mind
Onto the page
We can marvel at the original work of art
The original work of your mind

The piece fades away
Amongst the reality we heap upon it
Like the bottom of the laundry hamper
But we will find it again
And clean it off
And smile

It's quite the miracle
That these exact words
Have not been written before