…..From vine to vine, flying through air, it’s in our genes to leave here, through portals we feel immortal, is this moral, we leave because we destroyed the coral; or is our escape apart of the creator’s plan to expand, out into perceivable space, we gaze through our instruments only to find we’ve flown through a body of atoms, with arms, legs, and a bright sunny face, than evasive maneuvers, to escape what looks to be an attempt to undo us, as if we’re a fly in gods kitchen, is it wrong to hope he has bad vision.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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This is extraordinary in message and verse. Beautifully penned dear poet!
Glad you enjoyed it
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