Where the amber flows into the clear inside these paper walls
There exists no chemical reaction.
Icebergs slide down a snowy slope,
A misty oblivion, allowing the solid to flow.
Nothing complicated, nothing thats supposed to induce awe,
Yet the mind's eye makes it so,
That beautiful gift of capacity
Consciousness.
Friend, why do you stare so?
I simply stand here and drink my Diet Coke.
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