we remember the terrible things
and forget the times that were joyous
a condition in the earth
that admits to a sullen missing
of some paradise...
that this paradise never was
is beside the point...we want it
and try thinking it into being
and since we can't we walk
in our own realities
selecting and viewing our experience
like we take a hole cut into paper
and project the eclipse onto a surface
we recognize from imagination
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