Looking through my simple microscope
At a micro-managed scene
Taking in the sights of fairyland
At perfect parts in our machine
Everything is highly programmed
To do exactly what it must
In its ocean swell contributing
In a choreograph of thrust
A splitting image house of mirrors
Where each reflection waits its turn
To be looked at then interpreted
As something new we need to learn
But those beyond the microscope
Have bigger pictures now for sale
Leaving little things for other times
Climb smaller hillsides lest they fail
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