POEM: Mundane, My Ass

Nothing is mundane, but the mind makes it so.
They scream for monsters and miracles,
and miss the magic of the mighty cricket.

Deaf to the miraculous,
everyone reaches to turn up the volume,
too few sit quietly, listening closely.

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