Looking up at the stars with my mind
on fire thinking about creation when the
universe was born so expansive the elusive
truth of time depends on your motion with
the world on a string swing over to the garden
where all will be revealed it’s a matter of choices
yet free will is so mythical like these dreams
so lyrical going round in my head in the wee
small hours shaking me from my bed could
it be coming back around again is this the end
or only the beginning of more March madness ?
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