From a far, when you
look upon a cemetery,
what do you see?

In the midst, when the
planet looks out at the stars,
does it see the same?

Peace comes to me,
momentarily, a reprieve
from living complications.
Ideas exist outside of progress–
my addiction.

Thoughts?

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