Ice- Cream
Ice cream opens your senses
What ice cream is to taste senses
This is to a soul
It lifts spirit up beyond all control
Let’s take for a moment there is nothing beyond abstract
Simply less and more abstract
This is pinnacle of abstract
This would be greatest thing ever and that is a fact
In our mind we imagine infinity
We imagine continuity
But they are both constructs of our limited mind
So what would be creation of unlimited mind?
Wonderful mathematical constructs are formed at the base
So in pinnacle of the mind what would take their place?
It would have to be mesmerizing majesty
That reflection of our deepest essence would be
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016
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