the air I breathe is choking me
the walls are closing in
crushing me
but there are no visible walls
what makes this sun so special
what godship have we
bestowed upon it
( what delusional beings we are )
and what of love and hate
admiration and jealousy
these things pulled out of
thin air
amusingly so.
the tapestry is
still being created
with craft and care
until the old hands tire out
(image from fineartamerica.com)
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