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Reality
The realty is there is none,
Just a kaleidoscope of whatever
The hell you happened to be thinking
At the time, each thought creating another
Big bang for someone to ponder down the line,
Develop raw theories, write laws with experiments to
Prove that it wasn’t an accidental ejaculation or unexpected
Orgasm causing everything to expand or contract at mind warping
Speed, listen to lectures from those with agile minds telling
Us tales of truth from science and religion and their greater
Understanding, withstanding the urge to toss out the drunk
Wondering out loud in the crowd if it wasn’t simply some
Giant jerking off in the clouds, each droplet a universe
Unto itself, believing they’re it, they’re alone,
There is no other intelligence out there.
Stephen Nesbitt © |