Awestruck by a lemon,
A shaft of light,
A man absorbed in his book.
Floating high above,
She does not see
Everyday human pains
But is instead astonished
By the commonplace miracles
She once assumed
All beings noticed.
Over and over
She was pulled in by
The weight of the world,
Bamboozled by the restrictions
Of hours and minutes,
Dazed by times imposed
Uncomplementarily upon
So natural a cycle.
More and more
She maintains her own orbit.
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