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Systematically Contrived Dust

The universe is immeasurable, we are merely infinitesimal machinery keeping pace, as churning cogs tick wildly transmitting within allotted time, attempting heartbeats' cohesion clocking our own honed destinations, accumulating illusions 'tween masses waiting to return as a speck of dust in the never-ending saga of inexhaustible collectives amidst systematically creative contrivances

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Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 11/2/2016 10:28:00 PM

kinda reminds me of my plastic Ono blowup doll big bang theory of the universe...part- ickles, anyway:-) Yehaw! It's like ride'n the rolly coaster without leaving my easy chair. Glad I got a ticket to the musement park!

Chris Green

Date: 10/7/2016 8:23:00 AM

"A speck of dust" floating in the great abyss, wondering our role, following paths that eventually end, stepping through that portal sitting between illusion and delusion. Well here's hoping that somewhere along this journey I will still have the ability to read your wonderful poetry, because if not, this speck of dust will not be happy. :)

Paloma P
Date: 10/7/2016 8:25:00 AM

Sorry that was actually meant for Daniel but it works for you too Chris. Your comments are truly poetic, thanks so much! :)

Paloma P
Date: 10/7/2016 8:23:00 AM

If it were up to me, you could be a Kaleidoscope of butterflies my poetic friend. And wow, many thanks for your indulgent review. :)

Daniel Turner

Date: 10/7/2016 8:05:00 AM

It's true we are all bit players in a massive play but I'd like to think, were I to return after this life, I might rate a little higher than a speck of dust. Can't I at least be a butterfly? Very philosophical. Paloma. Obviously very intelligent:)

Paloma P
Date: 10/7/2016 8:24:00 AM

Oops, ended up in the wrong slot. If it were up to me, you could be a Kaleidoscope of butterflies my poetic friend. And wow, many thanks for your indulgent review. :)

Joe Dimino

Date: 10/7/2016 6:46:00 AM

Perfectly beautiful writing!! But possibly, while contrived, in a sense, the Contriver cannot separate His/Herself/It from creation, for being the fabric of all mind and physical matter...therefore, all substance have the ability, individually, to contact and utilize the whole (infinite I like to believe) freely when willed with authority. Therefore nothing new is impossible. Freewill. But what do I know.... Fun for me to speculate this way however.

Paloma P
Date: 10/7/2016 9:31:00 AM

I appreciate your speculations, none of us truly knows until the fat lady sings. :) Thanks so much Joe.