Though we may not always feel it, we are connected to so much in this world. I feel this poem originates from that feeling.
speckle seeking space
frantic in a fall from pace
anxious with no place
troubles left unsaid
sweating sanity in bed
head and mind unwed
searching of peace past
never knowing an everlast
cept knowledge amassed
dreaming distance gained
instance by instance sustained
until name is famed
pain sought and long fought
balance born from which life bought
fear forgotten not
all life forms share part
of Earths aesthetics since start
ever warping art
accept as being
mind craves chances of seeing
soul locates meaning
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