Passing thoughts
These humble teeth and tongue
clatter
in vain to articulate the
fascination,
inspiration,
and empowerment I derive endlessly from my own mortality,
unable to comprehend this yet personal and
ephemeral eternity.
Instead
these eyes leak
with gratitude
at the glimmer of existence,
the miracle of conciousness.
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