Derivations Poem by Brian Minniear

When it rains, we go like mist in contemplation
Of contrast
What things might we have become on our own,
Without the world

When it shines, we go like the dew at once
Giving rise to pause and
'Now you don't'
In considerations of permanence

And ever those things thrust forth by comparison
For which we so renderingly emote
Are chuckled at

Beyond the stars
Beyond laughter, and humanity

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