I saw the vasting sky turn bleak

in minute-moments flat.

So bright with sun-rayed shining streak

then darkness where I sat.

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I’ve seen the sky of mini minds

turn light to anger so.

And wondered (as one does at times)

if this how we’ll go.

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But I’ve known minds that turn around,

walk back, amend, and try.

From cloudy pride, to men on ground

much wider than the sky.

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