Oceans and WormholesA Poem by gypsyroseEverything 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 Last Updated on October 17, 2012 Author
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