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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dangling from heaven above Are tantalizing tentacles with sensitive Nerve endings invisible to the eye Reaching downward searching... For someone worthy to telepathically Connect with... Whoever has a vivid imagination. Whoever is open to the stars. Whoever will just listen carefully To that voice within. Be it poets, artists, political leaders Rich or poor, male or female Young or old, black or white Or any shade or species in between... To anyone who has ears Do you hear the voices in your head? Do you hallucinate or dream? Do you feel the suction cups tickling your brain? Are you alive or dead? Wanted? Needed? Do you scream into the void? Lustfully lingering all lonely lost in a crowd? Do you really wonder who It is that is a little bit insane? By you I really do mean me. Am I describing an unstable mental state? Is that person you? Perhaps, you also think it’s me? Perhaps, it’s the world about that’s wobbling Wonderfully... Or not So, I must confess I do not feel so blessed Contact’s been made, I feel the blade At my throat and Suddenly I hear the mess Even though I’m deaf I see the light This life is just a test Forget the rest... Either aliens are real, or I’m deranged Certainly, there’s a ganglia of synapses Spinning the unimaginable What's impossible, the unknowable Downright spun the unexplained It's inexcusable! Maybe there're just demons Knocking nonsense on our numbskulls But more likely, It's God grokking all of us ... home.
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