guiding
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Sitting at low tide amongst the creatures of the world underneath my lungs
Staring into the unbreaking blackness of the air hung in smoke
My eyes a lighthouse that gaze into the unknown reality
Thank you for guiding me,
For showing me
That looking around me
Is the best answer
Or the way to the best answer
I look around myself
And I see everything
And learn something new
