The acceptance of light, as that multitude of sparkling powers
That floats down from the ethereal sky, as a lullaby
From the mouth of a child, chewing on toffee
It’s all incoherent, but beautiful and innocent
Those molecules that scatter about, all the corners of the building
Permeating dark corners and recesses, and making them glimmer
This is life, this is everything; this is agnostic superficiality,
At its most awe-inspiring best, at the crux of reality
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