Are we but a speck in this vast spectrum of existence?
We pass the time like it’s abundant as the sunlight above us.
Always dreaming of the next nexalune that only comes
In the distant liminal color of black.
Watching the squirrels fly Through the air with ease Effortlessly these flying Critters on their limb trapezes. The bushy-tailed critters ...
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