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Nothing Is Denied.

The sheer size
of life cradles us
to the point of defeat.
Are we the child that
asks endless questions
with sincere curiosity?
Or, are we the fish,
content in its universe
oblivious in a lake,
until new limits are set,
new perspective appearing
as real as the hook in its cheek?
If you really magnify
something deemed solid,
you soon discover that,
what seems to be,
are actually loose particles
held together by hope.
Regardless, everything
is connected to something,
and something reaches into infinity.
So, to suggest that this must end here
is the real absurdity.

 

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