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I, myself, am a person
Others are simply groups
Places are determined by latitude and longitude
A map of the bare Earth

Red, like blood, is most memorable
Seasons remember only dark violet
Through times of war and controversy
The wind joins the season in melancholic rhythm

The time of day is on a clock
As time ticks away
The animals become of the food chain
highest and lowest

Plants live simple lives
Below the sun, above the minerals beneath
Minerals twinkle under the soil
their properties controlled at no point

Man destroys and builds
Technology, material objects
Things of substance
but they believe and disbelieve all

Celestials of bright radiance
Angels dance on the tip of pins
Ghosts swarm and sway at the base
They coexist in their few similarities

They all live in the lines of connection
intertwined by fate
Destined by chance
The world is no answer