Beneath the surface noise
of the universal mind
calling from the other side
of time where broken arrows lie
short of their mark never reaching
the end friends and relations
remain memories deep in a dream
lingering between everything
where forgiveness is a daisy chain
of our being, our bodies, our minds
are merely made of matter protons
starring in the quantum show
prophets call it the immortal spirit
the scientist says dark matter
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