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Rated: E · Poetry · Writing · #2330063
Just dreaming.
I watched two
tiny birds
dancing on thin switch-branches.
I considered an "us",
myself included,
yourself welcomed.

Consider: two warm flares
of stable
atomic potential
at a steady spin
around an ever-burning fire among
the endless cosmos.
This same universe,
for all I've considered myself to know,
could also be orbiting something
much greater, more distant and brighter
at an incomprehensible speed.
Yet, my limited vision
is misguided to believe
it's only cold darkness.

Then again, I saw two tiny birds
dancing on a tree today;
so, maybe
we could be.

If the dark is really so endless and cold,
why do I still
see faraway bright lights
piercing through
the night's dark cover?
It can't be all darkness.

And, why, looking up after I wash my face, do I see
you staring back at me through my own eyes?
It's like two eternal cosmos pouring back into one another.
We're not even in each other's vicinity
and I can still feel the same affinity
as when I first saw you.
Your pupils, black as they were, didn't seem so cold to me.

So, for all I know
which
for what it's worth
is nothing at all,
how crazy would it be that
we might exist together
harmoniously
in a world of incomprehensible insanity
—spinning, and spinning endlessly
like two
tiny birds
on the branches of a tree?

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