Oh My MarblesA Poem by Hippy
I picture screams,
feel it exploding, collapsing, in.. out? the universe, all behind me flattened.. it is. is it? ah it is what it is. or well, is it? what once was can no longer be, repeat.. repeat? false.. 3D it falls flat, yet one point births endless paths. twists and turns one line, the artist's curve. flat to the tee, yet ahead of you, you are free. A million lines, a million lines. the explosion is free. embrace benevolence together harmony. oh my marbles.. by the gods.. where are my marbles? © 2013 HippyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 23, 2013 Last Updated on January 23, 2013 AuthorHippyUnderland, INAboutMy names austin lee wallace i am a hippy and thats what they all call me. i love music its the greatest, i play guitar the harp piano flute violin and whatever i can get me hands on. Im not much of a .. more..Writing
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