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Transmundane

 
I laugh, and dance throughout the atmosphere,
A spirit borne by light, and wind, and cloud!
I sing a song that men shall never hear,
performing for the universe, uncowed!

No form is fit to house the transmundane,
my essence is pure joy of life itself.  
A fickle sprite, I'm innocently vain,  
I fear no poverty, or covet wealth!  
 
This game, called love, that earth-bound mortals play
seems such a waste of time and energy!  
Their lives so short, then ending in decay,  
a stunning contrast to my reverie!  
 
This passing thought, of mankind’s misery,  
dismissed without intentional disdain,  
as, like the wind, I have no history
to give me pause, or memories of pain!
 
Author's Note
transmundane

is the word of the day at dictionary.com; what the hell
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