If I was to lock myself away

a plot of land to be worked by hand

Wonder if I would love you the same


I'm never bored

I'm never hungry

I'm never in silence

I'm never cold

eyes open to find I'm old

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Wondrous POV

What it entails

flight and metal

with seats and a view.

A wonder.


What goes into

making ambrosia

fit for Gods

and their


A wonder.


The wail of a newborn

grass growing

inhaling and exhaling

but more wondrous

than any other things

the concepts of you

and the concepts

of me.