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Blinded by my thoughts,
I lift my eyes to the glowing orb
dangling low over winter’s early late day,
daring it to penetrate
a mind entrapped by its own speed
and ensnared within its own creations
who clamor to be freed.
Nature is the author
of such insistent literacy,
but to what purpose she breeds
our species’ elaborate verbosity
if purpose there be,
despite much cogitation,
remains a mystery.