"Things should be made as simple as possible, but not any simpler."
This sky can't possibly be,
Horizon to horizon
Blue that only I can see,
Whittled to the bare untruth
Of an elegant wisdom,
A sharp, polished serpent's tooth
That slices in so neatly
To deliver its venom
So infinitely sweetly
It feels unfair to complain
That a beauty so common
And plain as the sky brings pain.
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