I feel like a frozen Sun
with the mid-orbit world at my feet.
Each suspended second seems so clear
and the wind is howling all the answers
to the questions of the sleet
abrasively in my ear.
Enlightened in theory but I feel so discomfited,
having everything in view
means everything can see me,
and I am terrified of this fresh, cold honesty.
There is beauty in all that we do
but there are imperfections in all that I see.
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