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Oct 2015
The cold hard edge of the earth, atop the mantle
shows one face with one pair of eyes- simply
a layer of rock. Who are you to forget the oceans
and the green grass and the mountains?
Who am I to hide them? Yet we do not have to search far
for the depth and beauty of creation. It is near
so near, in fact, that we are blind- we do not care!
Or rather, the vast expanse is something we cannot bear.
M
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