The Edge of the Ordinary

Of roses, red roses appear red
Of violets, blue violets appear blue
But if you recite shit a dozen times
you might not notice what's true

The sun doesn't rise or set
The stairs don't go up but out
When viewed from space, your birth constellation
may resemble a double-tailed trout

There's still room for a magical vision,
creativity, awe-inspiring play
in the way we interpret the world
in the way we construct what we say

But to surpass the edge of the ordinary
adopt habits of critical-thinking
The best company will find you exquisitely delightful
even when they aren't smoking or drinking

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