A profound nothingness
In which we float as if
A speck, unbecoming;
Shining amongst the rigid
backdrop of magnificence.
Like a tree, that holds
Billions of leaves
We are tethered
To this land
Connected at our root;
Individually diverse yet
Intrinsically similar.
There is a beauty
To our ignorance
Of our selves
We drape our inconsistencies
Behind it
Imagine a house of mirrors
With a mirror for every being
Of this planet
One by one, every mirror
You stand in front of
Will show you every soul that
Resides with you.
All you have to do is look within
The err is human
All else is same.
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