Tuesday, February 2, 2010

what is it?

Nothing is too big,
Everything does fit.

Cramped into my cranium,
A world and this continuum.
I search.

Despair and joy,
Make and destroy.
I do.

I feel. Nothing,
Can beat,
The desire to see.

I thought I did.
I still think I do.
But it is humongous;

A single seed,
A world full of weed,
But there are things hidden beneath.

I look.
What's that?

I wonder.
I touch.
It is palpable.

But what is it?

The light shines the brightest
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