Gazing at the moon I realise
That we have stripped our eyes of the ability to see
The magic it is.
We have reduced its essence to numbers and lines
And abstract calculations of height.
We now wear the badge of logic, our myths forgotten
That we forget how to dream
But even logic knows magic
It's edges far from cold.
For each has traced every part of the universe
And more than I'll ever know.
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08.11.22
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
PoetryKnow Thyself - Socrates Have you ever felt like a stranger to yourself? Like you're here, but lost? Just another performing mask in a sea of faces? Another wandering being made of dust? • Finding yourself and healing amidst dark moments of life i...
