My brain brutishly bashes to and from every dimension,
People out there are searching for some type of ascension.
Conjuring up chaotic classics that won't be trifled with,
How many YouTubers call themselves chosen or God's gift?
Witness a heavy enthesis on distractions and myths.
Why does nothing ever, never, feel the same?
Must be the fired up Hadron collider again.
Are we in the 616 universe or is it the 1610?
Trying to differentiate clones from real men.
We kept in the dark while they try and steal light,
Be prepared for revelations flown in by a red kite.
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Now - what universe is a certain chappie in? ET. lol.
Haha, you and bloody E.T. lol.
Aww, if we're nasty to aliens, surely not nasty to nice ET. lol.
This poem holds sever allusions to other works and I may have missed some. the 616 and 1610, red kite as well. An enigmatic poem clearly cryptic but equally transparent. Well done
Sorry there, I will explain myself, so basically the 616 and 1610 are Marvel universes from the comics. What I was trying to get at is we more than likely have alternate universes in real life too. The red kite symbolises someone in the Occult flipping on them and giving the masses information. Very vague I guess and understand why it is kinda cryptic.
No problem some of my poems are cryptic too for those not familiar with mythology or other things. Nicely done
Appreciate it!
The flows well and would make an excellent spoken word or slam poem! I really do love the rhythm you throw in my friend! Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Appreciate it mate, thanks.
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