Everything's All
The universe is gas and magic
Religions attempt the perfect boundary.
Metaphysics is, then, the form of the spirit
In order to serve a spell--soulfully challenged
Not always fun; at times tragic
Illusion, rapport? Be kind--not dandy
Run, dance, breathe--heal
Flows freely; nostalgic.
Now be, see, and listen
Rejoice in joyful gratefulness
As cells dance together,
Our chemistry--the weather
From spine to the Heavens
Is aligned but a merit?
The dance keeps playing
Keep playing--there lies no 'foreign'
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