the man who moves
mountains like stanzas
appreciates his plans
as the moon recedes
into the clouds
and the shadows
stand out all over
the lands as we
shout for storms sands
to wash the worn
currencies from our
eyes and hands
as well as the
discrepancies
of our lives and plans
in turn for
learned legends of skies
and humanitys cries
for a galaxys reprise
on top of
offworld
secret spies
sattelites
that orbit
true
and so precise
in unlocked paths
insane device
the determined and pre-
primal/thought/directive/advice
is deceptive
success in attaining the objective
gains us incentive and makes us
inventive to explore each dent and door
to our universe
as a speck of dust
a 'puniverse'
objectively
a ridiculous story
of incredulous theories
and science for weary
illogical beings
from other worlds
officially part of
the broad symmetry
and telemetry
of origin-ality
we have never ever
been alone
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