Will we notice in time?
Will our sight be wide enough?
Senses might endure
this blissful widening
of themselves/
Creatures of the world
scavengers of pleasure
How thin is the line
between meaning
and undermining?
As we see (it) it fades away
weakened and breathless
Creatures of the world
quivering for bliss!
Blissful uneasiness
stay close to all I see,
keep it going
steady and wavering
as meaninglessness
Creatures of the world
shivering under the stars
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