Life.

What are feelings?

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Do feelings really exist?

Does only my kind of brain necessitate it?

Or is there feeling in everything.

Is the wind a sigh of remorse? Or a breath about to break into wild song.

When does the show begin?

Or the funeral.

I keep listening.

Will it be trumpets?

Or just a priest.

Some refuse to speak of the ants.

Some refuse to see the fractals of our existance with them.

I wonder what they hear on the wind?

Too many still refuse to even ask.