Sight Paradox.

This is what it’s like,
At it’s very height,
From all the way up here,
All the things I see so small,
Were once so tall,
But not so, up here,

Not anymore,

Looks the same in every direction,
Miles, and miles, and miles, of things,
And people, and places,
I’ll just stay here a while,
Better than falling into a such a place,
Where I go,

From tall,

To small.

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