between our eyes

searching for God

under piles of rock

outside our universe

somewhere within its bounds

between our eyes

underneath our noses

in the mausoleum

in the graveyard

in a field of grass

the bird flies

the sun sets

the moon rises

a flower opens up

its pedals

just like it did

yesterday

at dawn.

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