The Outlier’s Day

When the sun rises on the morning wetlands
A sweet air of wheat and autumn grain
Reminds an observer of a distant memory
Whiling away in the mind of a quiet wanderer
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If we could capsule those moments of pleasure
Might then the tenuous tides have a lesser impact?
Shall a life begin anew each day, caressing beauty
Rather than dwell in the sorrows of human frailty?
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The world contains secrets dividing equal lives
Causing a strain sending the mind on curious roads
Searching and seething in symbolic mechanical flairs
Created within a spectrum of designed philosophy
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Today someone spoke of a need to recognize valued outliers
While shelving normalcy’s preoccupation with abating mortality