You Are Here.

3729969b91bd1a6316fa5cb0bc7de808You are here. 
What does it mean to be a resident of Earth?
From what fine dust am I breathed?
Turning tables and autumn air, twisting wildly
through the corners of my mind,
sunshine and rain melting into former days.
From what unexplainable sadness was I imagined?
I feel as though I am too tempestuous for this world,
yet far too simple for the next.
What does it mean to be a resident of Earth?
Everything and nothing.
(And it’s as simple and complicated as that).
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