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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I need to find out what it all means, so I searched for the truth in my dreams, illusions of a shattered reality, unwoven at its seams. All of life's cohesion, a plan or just by chance, the gravity enabling this universal dance, it all seems to run just like clockwork, makes me wonder whether it might be Gods work? So I looked through my minds eye, while I was wearing a monacle, it really did make this world look..well, rather comical, the distortions of vision were astronomical! Atomic particles at a most basic level, I saw God, I fought the Devil! The smallest atoms you can find, the Higgs Boson and strings that bind, I even watched as expansion hit rewind! We're taking leaps out into space, huge accomplishment of the human race, our solar system we've had a taste, further and deeper, how do you operate? We'll one day finds Earth's new home, maybe under a giant dome, or in a galactic ice cream cone? All the stardust that makes my bone. Northern lights, just a jewel on my throne, though science says 'it's just ozone' have your ideas because their your own, don't allow your mind to be overthrown, things got hazy, or my mind got lazy, so I took my rag and I buffed my lens, it feels like I am bathing in pure cleanse! Or i'm finally round the bend? Will my head ever truly mend?? For when your balls knocked over the Wonderwall, all kinds of delight, short or tall, await those who stumble across that garden, you'll rub your eyes and pinch your skin, What? Hey? Pardon! I have a sea view over all eternity, the 1000 you's, the countless me's Life graces the universe, like a play well rehearsed, starts with a nurse and ends in a hearse, after the big rip, it's all in reverse! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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