Who Am I

Mind floating through the cosmos

The allure of the unknown entices me

below the surface with my eyes closed

wondering why does my mind feel what my eyes can't see

coal under pressure is what created me

sedated by the glory that is life

so dark, so cold, so warm, so bright

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