I watched
With awed eyes At the journey unfolding As one slender ant This tiny black speck Traversed the depths Of the vast unknown Following the trail Of a tiny, black speck Mountains and peaks To these two determined The flesh of a chemist To the eyes I called my own Who was I to say If it was just another hurdle Or a journey to see the queen In the castle missed by men Deceiving the perceiver Relieving the receiver May we all start breathing Just a little bit easier Embracing the view That indeed we are neither A tiny, black speck Nor some spiritual redeemer But a creature of love One faithful believer
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