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The Warming
I witnessed your praise of tedious insects
crawling across barren ground.
Heard you remark to the flutterings
On a budless bush.
You sing loud and long
For a brightly painted horizon,
Full of gases, blaring
Directly at me.
You are warming them
As I grow cold, distant,
As if swimming in the furthest reaches
Of a shared galaxy --
And you are my neighbor.
Why must I routinely bring you sugar?
I could crawl with them.
I could fly, sing and praise
Before the dawn.
If I do not continually carry a song
In my now buried chest
For someone so unchangeable, indifferent,
How do I still dwell?
I've considered all the beauty
From the ground to cosmos.
You are the one thing less beauteous
For all I can see.
You are my neighbor,
Not my soul's landlord.
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