and then, at its ugliest moment, the world arises
beautiful, perfect, and clear
softly rocking me like the gentle minor melody of a dvorak quartet.
the waters aren't so hard to pull at anymore; i can rush through them weightless, flying,
marvelling at the way the crisp droplets sparkle as they meet each other halfway
they react brilliantly, from microcosm to microcosm
and i can look up from my valley of momentary loneliness and confusion and helplessness and give a pale smile to the instantaneous miracle that is perfection.
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