If gods and villains shaped the seas,
And the stars and suns are the glints
and breadth of galaxies; then, who or what, are we?
When juxtaposed… when scrutinized;
When questions wait and our answers lie;
When we always want--but never know,
Which way our window shows…
Are we outside, peering into?
Are we inside, looking outward?
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