I Sense My Essence
I think it all would be a little
less meaningful
if the clouds
and the trees,
and the beasts,
and you, and me
were all just sculpted
like cosmic play-dough.
Does a child
assign meaning
and destiny
and truth
to his ugly, dull figurines?
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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