The Universe Unraveled

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    The Universe Unraveled

    clouds grey the fog under a street lamp
    the past few nights are cold and damp
    while the sky hangs low
    people rest their weary souls
    time tested time again
    not much light left to spend
    let me spend it with you 
    in this i am true 
    if nothing else to see your face 
    to reflect all the light we waste 
    waiting never taking
    never shading 
    out of sight
    we fade to black 
    and its all right
    we are the ones who made it happen
    we take upon ourselves these actions
    that no mere mortal man should ever face 
    even after his deepest grace
    nothing owed nothing spent
    look at how fast our lives went
    and here i am pouring out the contents of my soul
    that everyone thought satan stole
    but im all right im okay 
    getting better everyday 
    my light shines a little brighter than the day before
    and all i can do is pray for more
    this light i sense not fading fast 
    to burn out bright and make light last
    when its gone from here its still out their
    mimicking the song of spheres
    and when at last it can go no further
    it goes back in then even further just like ripples on a pond
    a million times before us a million times all gone
    and nothing could percieve a light so bright
    that the universe might collapse all night
    and then in plesure gasp and moan
    then in lustfull pleasure groan
    the pheonix is born once again
    and from ash new life ascends
    and with a flaming heart
    genetically knows where to start
    silence is then broken
    and darkness leaves no token
    and all this happens in the blink of an eye
    from a mother wanting to cry
    as the sun explodes and waves...goodbye

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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