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Mar 2021
I lay on the grass, the cool ground,
as the mosquitos come to feast
from all around,
but I don't care -
I can feel the Earth spinning,
the nature: brutal but forgiving,
happy to take us for the ride.

I watch the stars pierce the sky,
moving them along, slowly
with my mind -
but it's nothing,
just a great cosmic illusion,
pulling the strings of our allusions.
Oh my, what a ride!
Written by
John H Dillinger  29/Genderqueer/Poland/UK
(29/Genderqueer/Poland/UK)   
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