When the world revolves around nothing in particular
and the sun shines -not to give us life-
but because that is its being
you too will be beautiful for the light
pouring from your eyes
but some things have nothing to do with you...
like when-
an ant carries an almond
and everything above is miraculously blue
but you name it the sky and
you're no longer wide eyed because
you squished the bug upon inspecting it
the magic blue lost some of its essence that moment you thought
could understand it

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