Juxtaposition

There is no end or beginning.
Circular multiverse enables
all manner of being.
Still, tethered in habit, that same old
song recirculates, enamors again and again.
Pushed, pulled, generation to transform energy.
The question becomes
could tunes entirely new,
uniquely beautiful, insinuate yearning,
reach appreciation,
access deserved renown?
Look deeply into the eyes of
a nonhuman species.
Do you feel diminished,
empowered,
recognized,
alone?
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