Diorama: A Poem

Hello world. I wanted to share a poem with you today. Its brief and I composed most of it on my evening walk today. Enjoy:

DIORAMA

The world is single celled.
Bacterial colonies in islands of being.

The world is evolving:
Hair and feathers, wings and feet.
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The world is a clockwork motion,
Its choices limited.

The world is a perpetual chaos
Of infinite replication.

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The world is binary
Enumerated certainty in numbers.

The world is dreams and nightmares
Riddles with possibility.
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The world is an array of color,
Absent of sound.

The world is a riotous music
The only language it knows.
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The world is hope
Incandescent lights in the city of night.

The world is us
Improbable and unlikely
If only for a while
And I am glad for all of it.

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