the bright bauble
that clogs our minds
impels us into
its embrace
at what point
do we realize
we cannot
measure it
with the span
of our hand
nor subdue
its breadth
to our knowing
man is not
the gauge
of everything
pride warps the
boundary lines
and fudges
the increments
through
the humble door
alone
can the thread-bare
ragged world
be seen
in clarity
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