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Poem: Within This Sphere

25 Sep
I stand inside an unknown sphere
Fashioned of a perfect glass
To the naked eye it won't appear
Long time within have I amass'd

My gossamer globe eludes their eye
It rests atop a pinnacle
As with clouds, my life drifts by
In weather somewhat cynical

I see the world as eagle spies
Gazing through my perfect sphere
I thought to ask the question "why?"
But through the glass they couldn't hear

Thus despondent I have grown
My voice, it echoes back at me
Long frustration have I known
For the future I in silence see

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