As above, so below

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Even looking at the ground I see bits of the universe
With its constellations strewn by me feet, reflecting, interpreting and expressing what they see above.
And even still my eyes see anomalies and exceptions to the rule.
Am I a mirror of something more than myself?
Am I part of the uniform
Or am I an anomaly?

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Mist

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The mist was thick, hazy and encompassing.
Little could be seen and plenty unknown.
The great void lay beyond and although I could not see it, it could be sensed.
In the dense haze at the world’s edge I realized I forgot much,
perhaps too much.
Such is the toll for living choices
And even though there were four main lights that night,
All it took was one to show me that I’m still afraid…