Holograms and Hemoglobin

no mistake this isnt just a reason logic and thoughts linked by measure these planes that pull me hold true only by way I made in being love is built by pieces of me and I want you to have them something so simple held to beyond the very means, in awe, I reflect holes to the milky way my synapses fire like stars the spaces between not as influential as the moment I hold now When I realize in the details, everyday I am not alone, was this sword double edged? I am still a baby, I am still young I am growing, and I have always been an old man Take this and know me Know you my projection keeps on streaming my reception not solely ego May I own a satellite