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Constellations

Look at someone
Look closer

The mind; abstract space
Uncontrolled, less even than nature
Thoughts like stars or whole galaxies

Words become obsolete
Mere translations
Of vast constellations

It's not constant
It's ever changing
It's different for you, than me

Each person, a conscious universe.
A god but a fool with bricks

God, a child in the sand.
Written by Apostrophe-es
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