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taught me how to snuff out

the aching, glowing life i found in the way sun looks on clear water

with laughing comments and rolls of eyes

i have been embittered in realism forced upon me

(as though reality was their to shape)

a certain, soulless reality defined by false science

limited to what we know in this moment

(which is the idea of science, really)

i was taught to be afraid to voice

the magical way light dances on water

clouds swoop across clear sky

an infinite sample of the universe within meters

of my feet

in scattered rocks we take for granted

but right now i am glowing inside, i swear

and it makes me feel like that flat reality holds no limit on my words.


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