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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I can feel the reverberations in my mind but I have to ask why were holding ourselves behind is it the magnetic, holding us all in line or the electro part, not waving his sign could it be us, the corporate mentality the me, me, me that just wont let us be the rise against, the cognitive of free the closed mind, that just wont let us see we need to open up, rise beyond binarality stand under the in depth, of broken symmetry the cause and effect, of our reality for space is time, and time is relativity the vacuum of space and infinite energy spiraling down, to increase conductivity will ever expand upon diversity approaching what some, may call divinity its the the creator, of the here and now the reason why, were all able to ask how its breathes life, into all that may allow creating mass, without a solemn vow and what it looks like, a drop of water on the pond an ever flowing ripple of what made it belong a frequency, made up of the short and long carrying more insight, than sound within a song its the meaning of life, traveling at the speed of light its beautiful, crashing into the insight its every life lost, trying to push us all to right its the impulse, that causes fight or flight its God's tree that Adam ate from long ago light-years beyond, your average pony show its the accumulation of every vice you seem to know it might even be the reason that poetry seems to flow its invisible, yet right before your very eye its stability, and yet it seems to lie its the reason, everyone seems to ask why and it exists in you even after you die
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