The Cosmos
Laying on my bed of deep green,
My thoughts floating unseen,
Crossing my mind not in words,
But in understanding of the birds.
Awesome isn't powerful,
No word can describe the immortal
Sky and its eternity.
We are elements of this absurdity.
I silently accept the exceptional,
And slowly walk away.
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