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louinspaceI'm a scholar and a gentlewoman
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This is what happens when I stay up late / and I think, and I wonder, and I pray

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At the centre of everything.

If I were at the centre of everything, I would be standing right atop the highest mountain peak; the eagles would fly around my feet,

shrieking their warning against anyone who dared think of approaching.

I would be queen on a lonely mountain, I would watch the world turn and events unfold around me, and never be a part of any of it – untouched and unreachable,

higher than the optimist's hopes and straightest than the briefest way from A to B.

If I were at the centre of everything, I would be alone.

If I were at the centre of everything, I would be peacefully lost among thousands of others just like me; the air would be light and gentle on me, the sun would be a merciful and just master.

The colours around me would be bright and gay, but I would have no eyes to see them; the scents of spring would be thick and sweet in the air, but I would have no nose to smell them.

I would dance yet never move, I would grow yet never travel.

If I were at the centre of everything, I would be a blade of grass.

If I were at the centre of everything, I would be nowhere to be found. The centre is hidden from worthy and unworthy eyes alike, the centre stays hidden at the vibrating core of existence itself.

The centre of everything is the centre of any thing that can be found in the universe; therefore, the centre is nowhere in its inherent being everywhere.

If I were at the centre of everything, I would not be.

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