Conscious to Reveal-

In this world, every-
Thing is broken,
Into denom(i)nations.
The relative, smallest bits,
Parts of the objective whole.
Land, Laws, Money, Prices,
Peoples Minds, Hearts, and their Time.
Separated into magnificent, rarer details.
Some choosing what they lack to really feel,
Some lacking what they can even choose.
Some glisten and gleam within the sunlit beams.
Some remain confounded by the shadows formed.
There lies inside the potential, for every-
One to secure, their own treasures of worth,
Instilled from the instant moment of our birth.
And all can be noticed for having great appeal,
But only if our minds are, conscious to reveal.

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