Marvelling

Oh when will I be pure again?
Untangled from the fume of dousing
Free to read the full marvel of the moon again
Unleashed from my double-guessing
My shallow expectations of certainty.
When will I lie close to the earth and see the tiny universe unfurling?
An ant struggling with a seed.
The little, unnamed creatures, so busy and so free. So far above me.

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