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On Finding My Feet --
Past Happiness in a Changed Direction
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To find myself, I looked away above the chimney top,
behind the clouds, beyond the moon, and even past the sun,
till whirling to each fiery eye and twinkling starry stop,
I dropped here on this flat expanse to find myself undone --
my being somewhere this side of a technicolored dream,
the landscape black and white of wicked twisters loose and wild,
the little fledgling fallen from the nest the bird's-eye theme,
the cradle in the treetop tipped by lullabies beguiled --
and as I peered across my own backyard along the plain,
my value rounded me to meet the cyclone's coming pain.
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To find myself, I looked away above the chimney top,
behind the clouds, beyond the moon, and even past the sun,
till whirling to each fiery eye and twinkling starry stop,
I dropped here on this flat expanse to find myself undone --
my being somewhere this side of a technicolored dream,
the landscape black and white of wicked twisters loose and wild,
the little fledgling fallen from the nest the bird's-eye theme,
the cradle in the treetop tipped by lullabies beguiled --
and as I peered across my own backyard along the plain,
my value rounded me to meet the cyclone's coming pain.
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Published 17th Jul 2023
Author's Note
Brain, Reason, Facts, Truths, Wisdom, Ethics, Preventionism, Efilism, Antinatalism
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