Isobars

Maybe I was wrong about the weather
Maybe I was wrong about the stars
Maybe I tried to map constellations
Along Earth’s isobars
And are we all just dust
A collection of particles in space
So though we both live and die
Nothing ever goes to waste
And is it all alive
Just a breathing, heaving mass
The universe is in my bones
And this too shall pass

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