my eyes
they were made to see
designed to absorb a golden light
ive seen it approximated
a bit of R and a bit of G
convince the eye that it has seen
and i know it's there
i sit beneath man's canopy
i absorb what little it does not obstruct
and i dream in darkness of a day
when i might climb far
to step atop the firmament, to see as others once did
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they saw far away lands
strange people, loving strangely as they
they saw sorrow and knew its name
they saw each other see
they sometimes even remembered to remember
and even to remind each other from time to time
and they sought refuge in their small places
their mundane crossroads, the places one oft finds themself
and the best of them did not remark of these things
they circled their beds
their feet smoothed their floorboards
and slowly, they radiate that which in their day they absorbed
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i read this all in their pages, and now i listen
i put the horse before its cart, directed
to lament not my circumstance
for those before did not
and nor will i
because now, i plan to be busy
i will create the great places, find the warm light
in whatever quantity the world can manage
my eyes are wide open to welcome what greets them
and whatever morsel i might record
i will climb to it
slowly, certainly, unyieldingly
and one day, perhaps i will be there
to crest the exosphere and dance,
totally illuminated
but my eyes will see just fine
as above as below
for now they are open
