Cigar In the Sky
The sunset is golden above the lake
The dreamy surreal scene clouds make
But deep to the east eerie mist forms on that lake
Something mysterious, celestial like a splinter in the eye makes soul ache
For there is something in the sky
That one sees from the corner of the eye
Something among the mist of stars will lie
One dreams “make it my”
It is a spaceship eerie almost divine
That with its power everything seems to outshine
It is like time itself had form and created a line
Line going like a shaft through all existence and soul would define
Beyond it beyond mathematics numbers even and odd
There is a face of very God
The energy rods underlining theory of everything math will applaud
Their simple transmutations open doors of time and its entire promenade
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