Chloroplasma
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part of a dragonfly.


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I sit and think blind thoughts
the world does not,
for it is trying to make eyes for itself.
I know it will fail but it does not.

I hear sounds but they make no sense
I do not have my wits about me
I am always moving but the world is moving faster so I stop

here I sit: I am still.
It will be my downfall where the world is concerned.

I say hello when it is already too late for goodbye
The world is frighteningly clear but I am out of focus
My existence is blurred.
their existence burns me so I stay away.

the world admires its own beauty always,
but it does not know what it looks like
because if it did it would know of its terrifying ugliness
or maybe it would still think it was beautiful

Now it notices me because I was not noticing it.
Now they push and point and show me their gods
but none of them are my God.
They try to make me bow. I will not.
And no matter what comes, I will let it come
for that is my lot and I accept it.

I am forever outside the world,
because the world does not accept anything
even when it is beyond their control.
in truth they have no control although they pretend to.

And I will not pretend.





curly thing.
one's hair on trees and one's hair on people.
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