The Whole World

[pigshitpoet]

What if the sky is not really there?
The blue of despair,
What if the air,
Is just an illusion, doesn’t really exist
It seems quite clear,
Yet shrouded in mist..
And everything else,
Is matter of fact,
Everything else are just things
To bump up against!
What does it matter,
If matter does matter?
Because matter doesn’t matter anyway!
A stick or a stone, a leaf or a bone
A place to call home, ET phone
Quite simply, the galaxy!
And all the mystical unequivocal
Star constellations spinning
Over us, the space in between
What does it mean? All filled with
Esoteric meaning, I mean,
The theological mystical esoteric
Unbearable lightness of being!
…we had a dream…
And dreamed ourselves into being
Somewhere within this polymorphic
Holographic universe, arcane and perverse
Feeding on its own essence
Attempts to eat itself
To breathe…
In eternal endings and beginnings
The light shines in the heaven
All day long… the light shines
In the darkness and the dark
Has not overcome it.
We wanted the sky, we also wanted the sea
And I wanted all of the world for me, ~psp



Galxay: Arp 87 - Angels don't play this arp

dr. π (pi)

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