Oh, the world goes
thimble-sized
when I am feeling blue,

when I’m taught,
and trapped,
and tiny,

when I thrash,
and sigh,
and stew.

But in those times,
some sleeping eye
blinks open all anew;

a lovely lens
with blazing rays
which beam me up

and out the maze,
so holy wonder steeps me
in a misty, magic haze,

and absolutely
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