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Insignificant Elements
Sunsets are seen by all.
Interpreted by many,
And redefined by all.
Some people see the sunset as an end,
As a beginning,
Or even as an event in the continual revolution we live in.
The last is to see it as insignificant and as a distraction to what is important,
And to need that.
To see it as a personal arsenal for your mind to escape purpose, propaganda, and problems.
To unveil that everything does not need meaning, but is simply to be.
The sunset in the city the same as in the mountains.
No matter the sea it’s the sun over the water.
All people sitting on the same hill no matter its steepness.
Some call it God’s painting,
To call it so is to give this meaningless expression of nature,
Structure.
To which there is none, so randomly created through the entire day.
There is no significance.
But the sunset is loved,
Love is not meaningful.
As random as the cloud across the sun,
As colorful as the blue, violet, and violent red of the sky.
So is the sunset the meaning of love?
For the meaning of love is never considered the sunset.
Each star seen by all,
Interpreted by many,
And redefined by all.
When the stars appear in the night,
They are connected by the human mind.
Creating colossal mythological figures,
Or telling galactic stories of existence.
One being false,
The other being possible,
Neither one being right.
The stars give confidence in so many.
Reaching for the stars becomes out of reach, too far,
And all who reach grab nothing, and hit the ground hard,
When the stars align,
From another view they simply move into another spot.
The stars placed not by God, not by explosions,
But by scientifically random places of existence.
No intelligence, but science.
Where chemicals create each other and do nothing more.
Simply life.
Life in its own category.
But the stars are cherished.
All bodies gravitate to them,
The essence of all things the human mind is, is the stars.
So are the stars the meaning of life?
For the meaning of life is not the stars.
The sunset and the stars.
So far from the same.
Occurring at time’s that combine, but do not remain.
As the sun falls, we fall with it,
Into the slumber.
To see its violet, red, and blue in our dreams.
Wanting to see its beauty the next day,
But not always does event recycle.
It may fall for days and the colors remain gray,
Slight red’s that give warning to the storm yet to come.
When the stars appear, sight appear with them.
There is beauty and a curiosity
Dreams of what is to come from these stars are conducted by all minds.
But not always is there an answer to these manifestations.
Both the sunset and the stars.
Allowing nothing but a conduct for our mind’s.
An escape from routine,
A reason life can be easier with times of disorder.
The conductor on the train with no track.
The sunset and the stars
Working together when the star sets on our horizon,
It lets its other pointless blessings provoke.
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I rolled four times and landed on my feet
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