There’s the world, civilization, and the stars in the sky, look around, it’s almost as if there’s more to this life, than fucking your daughter, there’s science and mathematics, there’s magick and spaceships, poetry, such a sensual thing, so much summed up, in such few words, in essence, it’s the universe making love, it’s the heavens, our father looking down at us, caressing our cheeks, asking if we love him, say yes, bend over and allow him in, alas, poetry lives in a box, outside of it, on the horizon, life and love, it can consist of so much, pain and heartbreak, remorse for a loved one dying, it’s human sacrifice, and giving our lives for something we believe in, it’s the ocean waves pushing, the progression of generations, it’s ghosts and demons, reminding us of what we’re not, it’s young seedlings reaching for the sun, hoping to claim some of it, as much as good as they can claim, lovely sheep and those who herd them, to be loved by the world and for your nature to be accepted, it’s thunder and the strike of lightning, against wickedness that steps outside the boundaries, the lake water ripples, it’s first love, doing what we have to, survival, and the plight of humanity, piercing through the veil, and blood-stained sheets…

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