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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!
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