now, perhaps more than ever, i feel insignificant
not in a sorrowfull way
in a sublime way
as i drink my coffee i am a speck in a world where one cannot be more
who strives to be more
who dares to challenge nature
is it ego, or the unwillingness
to accept that there is nothing else
i stand for thee, greater soul than i
it is you, not myself
who will transcend
who will illuminate the sea, clad in its funeral best
complacantly reflecting
is passive suicide
dying in reverse
returning to that from which you came from
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