Ourselves

I swirl and twirl away

from this undiscovered universe.

It is real, but unknown

except where we are now.

Undiscovered in ourselves,

on the edge of blackness.

Inflicting deeds of burden

upon ourselves.

I twirl away, surprised

at the terrible beauty of ourselves.

And the constant, inconvenient horror

of our magnificent life.

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