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Overwhelming Vision

I have questions... questions I seem to have stored in a jar a collection seen as emptiness from afar to these arcane corridors of secrets life has assured My voice may be murmurous at best lacking the presence of someone who is sonorous who's voice is superfluous but that's not going to stop me from speaking my mind today This is an empty letter though every word matters so apologies for the idle chatter I just needed a foot in the door so please don't ignore me just hang on to every word... So where were we before this? before we were born? Where do our memories start and begin outside our births or 5 years into being born We may see with our eyes but how much of this dazzling world have we seen that we can't recall How on earth were we created? was it really a random cosmic shift from nothingness which brought time and life flowing or is somewhere in the distant void beings of malevolence and benevolence really somehow exist Though with all the gifts modern society gives how have we not been able to see when we have satellites all over our solar system bringing in information unheard of Don't get me wrong, I know the basics of the universe or what they teach us in school, in science class but how in the world do we have oxygen on our little blue marble if there's none in dark recesses of space How are we the only planet in perfect placement from the sun with all we need for sustainability I find it surreal, very surreal someone in time with gorgeous vision created all of this but I find it insane, overwhelming there's not a hint of schematics of how this was possible just holy books lost in holy wars fighting amongst textbooks worth millions of dollars in ink as we all just watch the sunset fade, where do it go I get it, we're spinning exponentially but how can we see the sun from light years away The moon is in our orbit and it's still not that much closer which raises another question on paper, the moon just looks like a stones throw away so why does Earth's days last 24 hours but it takes half a year to reach that stony surface I get it, we are intelligent creatures we are all pioneers in a sense but who decides which pioneer lives and leaves an era with something to build upon Abnormalities exist, paranormal lives but answer me this where did it originate when did it start where do we go, do we start over in a parallel universe what do you see when you see nothing but space, empty or do we just become souls in others...

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Date: 10/20/2016 7:56:00 AM
AMazing poem Russell, prob my fave in the contest....congrats on your placement :)-luloo
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