Oneness

No one cares

I am no-one

I feel the eyes are the gateway to the oneness

The voice the instrument of the cosmic chord

Nature the percussion of the planetary shuffle.

 

Humans are not of the planet but divine beings with a cosmic control

A body made for space travel and energy to power the black holes

Start your engines

 

The physical is the lowest common denominator

Shells to get lost in

Toys to tinker with under the lamp light

It’s time to recycle the toys back to Earth

And move through infinite light.

I can’t wait for all this meaning to get swallowed by the meaningless.

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