How it is, is how it was, in this life....
Thirtyfour and a half times different.
Wandering into the futures long knife
cutting into what is so inherent.
All is delighted, everything cited,
Enticed, upgraded, all sacred.
Seperated accellerated heads,
talking naked brains all decorated.
Our faces facing all one another.
All invisible expressions hover
all over the world to its new mother
all father all over for forever.
All of our years ahead will all be one
while days with no names orbit all our suns.
1 comment:
'while days with no names orbit all our suns'...verrry nice!
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