What was life in the eye of the person who owned it

This

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Cold and breathless

Dull and simple

Untainted by human touch but human consequences

Nothing familiar but all still

Was I supposed to enjoy this, thing

Life, an image that can never have one meaning

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But only one purpose

Or was that thinking too hard about snowy mountains

Are we really that important?

Or are we fooling ourselves

As we fool this image that we are looking at it

And nor what we can’t reach

I’m here but I want to be here

And that is my

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