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A Circumvented Pain For Joy
A miopic miniscule mouse of a man on a massive moving marble.
Across the tides of pitch black spacial nothingness.
Among the dust and the suns and the gravity of time.
A mind of virtue with veins and blood.
A world of consciousness with rivers full of water.
A nail, driven into the thoughts.
A preamble justification.
As the ants crawl and forage.
Don't go and pull out your souls second mortgage.
One life.
Two life.
Three life.
Four...
How many must we live?
How many pebbles come to shore?
An inanimate piece of rock.
Pushed by a natural force.
Perhaps one to be found by a child.
Picked up...
Then cast back into the sea.
A ripple atop the water,
to signify a new journey.
That had no meaning to begin with.
Such is life;
Give it meaning.
