Oceans and Wormholes

Oceans and Wormholes

A Poem by gypsyrose


Everything starts with a circle.
Time is a spiral.
Your brain is electric and purple.
Souls live in bodies.
This world is just oceans and wormholes;
the artist is laughing as everyone 
studies his murals.

Patterns are not a coincidence; 
you can make anything happen by wishing it.
Entangled dimensions exist, but religion’s suspicious.
The energy that you give out
is the same you are given.

Everything ends in a cycle.
Color is magic.
Dimensions aren’t finite or final.
The people who blame
our Creator, or Saviour
for loss,
are the very same people
who pray to a corpse on a cross.

© 2012 gypsyrose


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Added on October 17, 2012
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gypsyrose
gypsyrose

providence, RI



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