--In The Morning Sun--

You are not original

You are not unique

There is nothing special about you

You are every step taken

By every sole

Of every shoe

In the history of shoes

You are every vein

On every maple leaf

That has ever fallen

And every one that has

Grown as replacement

Everything

Everything

You are every joke

You are every stroke

Of every painbrush

Every pencil

Every pen

Every primitive crayon

Against a cave wall

You are every sightless

Creature in every cave

You are every speck of dust

Stuck to every speck of dust

In the cosmos

You are every diaphragm

Contraction

Of every laugh ever laughed

You are every

Perverted thought

In every brain,

You are every measurement

Of time

Of weight

Of temperature

Of character

You are every pressure wave

From every pair

Of clapped hands

You are every pigment

In every premature obituary

You are every hair follicle

On every bison

You are every decision

God or bad

Or wise or naive

You are every influence

Every force

Every imagined deity

Every word ever spoken

Every word you are reading

You are every sunset

On every satellite

Of every star

You are every villain

Every success story

Every tragedy

Every spark that has

Birthed a flame

You are every set

Of rolled eyes

Every kernel

On every ear of corn

Every oxidation

Every drop of alcohol

Ever consumed

You are heaven

You are every molecule of water

In every hot spring

Every strum

Of every guitar

Ever played

You are condensation

You are every witch trial

You are every frown

Every school of skipjacks

Every byte of data

On every hard drive

You are every meadowlark

You are every broken arm

From every fall

Off a bicycle

You are the way Autumn smells

The way he looks at you

The way she makes you smile

The way earthworms

Escape the mud

when it rains

You are every passing car

Every glimmer of hope

Every plane crash

Every time math fails

Every swift defeat

You are everything ugly

And everything beautiful

You are nothing

You are everything

Everything you've done

Has been done before you

You are every paradox

You are beautiful when you sleep

You are me

We are nothing.

Everything,

Everything.

We are everything

We're not.

We are nothing we are.

The snow has fallen,

Terrible is the sound.

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