It is in the interest of every human soul
to search the back of ev'ry cupboard for another world.
I wake up each and every morn and explore my own,
knowing another globe will not show, and I will not go
on any grand adventure that does not involve my plain home.
And yet I inspect every crevice and cloaked alcove
in the hopes that one day I may see another cosmos.
Those with inferent logic and coherent rationale
refuse to acknowledge certainty is impossible.
Philosophical quand'ry or naivete, there is
no transgression so overgrown than to be overgrown.
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PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
