you stare into the abyss

A tomato plant is nature.

A black hole is nature.

The way petrichor slips beneath a window

and ambushes you with inexplicable happiness

is nature.

Wakefulness is nature.

So, too, is sleep.

All of your oddities.

Your inconsistencies.

Struggles and doubts.

You are nature.

Strange and sacred.

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