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You all dance over the horizon,
I struggle but can't keep up.
The golden, misty sky watches my efforts and sings,
"Ha!" and it cries. "You are less."

Your moons glow brighter than mine,
my dim flicker is floored by your electric display.
The cold fingers of the night brush past me and it sings,
"Ha!" and it whispers. "You are less."

You soar up towards the light.
I am motionless. Grounded. Like a flightless bird.
The giggling flies and bees flutter in their own wake and sings,
"Ha!" and they laugh. "You are less."

I collapse in the nest of my demons.
"Why am I less?" and I wail in despair.
You appear to me, as if by magic and you sing.
"My friend." and you smile. "You are much, much more."

I dance with you,
I glow with you,
I soar with you,
and I am more.