We are trapped
A flicker of light, a blow of the wind, a hiss, a low-frequency noise,
All resulted in my backyard.
Yes, I'm the face of the actuality.
I asked the wandering star, what happened last night?
He smiled, someone was trying to be a universe again.
We are gods trapped in a human dress.
We are cosmos expecting to be reborn.
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