Poem

I like to write (bad) poetry. Here’s one:
In order to live
You must
Create the conditions for life
Is this
One singular minute where you forget
Is this
The fact that the glass you have picked up
Happens to be green and the light happens
To shine through it and also becomes green
Is this the best you can find?
Pick it up.

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