the mind has no limits
it slips beyond all your theories
there is no magical hypothesis
that can contain your thesis or antithesis
all of our stories are limitless prisms
engaged to refract the light
but photons do not dance for just one party
they are infinite slivers of eternal consciousness
biologically inclined to dine upon your reason
all our satiated afterthoughts
are but the decadent crumbs leftover
from another lunchtime philosophy session
time to clean the dishes of your mind
and find the china that sparkles
beyond your wildest imagination
insight and clarity, the luminous perspicacity
to really see anything clearly
i adore you but if you choose ignorance
i will have to head for the hills
like a lonely gambler in a movie
forms are poems left in stone
and our setting souls know no remorse
yet still i moan and count the colors of you laughter
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
the mind has no limits
it slips beyond all your theories
there is no magical hypothesis
that can contain your thesis or antithesis
all of our stories are limitless prisms
engaged to refract the light
but photons do not dance for just one party
they are infinite slivers of eternal consciousness
biologically inclined to dine upon your reason
all our satiated afterthoughts
are but the decadent crumbs leftover
from another lunchtime philosophy session
time to clean the dishes of your mind
and find the china that sparkles
beyond your wildest imagination
insight and clarity, the luminous perspicacity
to really see anything clearly
i adore you but if you choose ignorance
i will have to head for the hills
like a lonely gambler in a movie
forms are poems left in stone
and our setting souls know no remorse
yet still i moan and count the colors of you laughter
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