Words flow in hot process
No space left to cover eyes
The Everything bursts into the mental framework
What is seen is unchanged
All is clarity
Where is the wellspring of Nature’s mathematics?
Who do you permit to define things for you?
And on what, if any, reasoning?
Swerve left for justice
Step on every crack for Logic
Pray to the [insert ‘higher power’ here]s to ward off superstition
Feel your mind open like a child’s
The ball in your hand is the sun
Yet mosquitoes can’t be evaded
In the second place, the body
In the first, whence you came from before you were conceived
Be not among those who dream of watching The World burn.
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