Searching for exceptional
We think ordinary is lame
But everything is both
Remarkable yet just the same
The eye of art
Distinguishes that state
Of uniqueness
Within the commonplace
A curve unlike any other
Identical twin unlike his brother
A lover, always fresh
A hand’s weighted press
A simple plastic bag
Blowing in the wind
The joy and pain of revealing
The outside deep within
Sometimes my heart breaks
As I write down words
They flow with a knowledge
Born before the flight of the birds
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