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Wishing for a black hole to make us feel better,
the day after, we write letters,
to dissolve into the THIN AIR, as if THEY did,
and as IF they Would,
one thing goes rolling, and the rest
is mis-understood,
and the souls are more bound than EVER,
This time has begun, and our reluctance,
will only shatter,
the force of this Pattern,
the Power of this Planet,
And how i will dream up a tree,
a pile of dirt i can sink my feet,
into while i sweat my history,
into the earth's body,
for her to remember and me to forget,
to remember to allow,
this body to be aligned,
with this energy, so attuned and Fine,
a mass paradox is encasing our Minds,
but only WE can break these cycles,
by emanating the love we know,
over the pain we feel,
to prove our fucking twisted selves,
RIGHT for Once,
for wrong for Never,
creating a Way for this AND THAT to
separate themselves into
boxes with nothing but shadows,
cast, like creating your very OWN
cave to never see Beyond.
This will be more than a test,
it will be an entropic mess,
for our minds to contest,
as the energies pour out of these,
entities, these barriers may seem
real, but they were made,
and so were WE.
so let us grab on the that lasting ounce
of GUT AND PASSION AND
STRENGTH AND TRUST,
to prevail our good spirits
to the angels among, Us.
After ALL, we are ONLY,
and this planet is anything but Lonely.