You know, this
is beautiful.
But it fills me
with wondering why
it's beautiful, too.
It must be something
very deep in us, because
looked at in a detached way,
it's just a lot of bullshit
sitting piled up, spilling all
over and growing out of itself. Yet
we call it "nature"
and have quiet moments
gazing into it, calmed and
somehow, for the moment -
satisfied in our wildness.
What the fuck? Arguably
what the fuck is all
this crap
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