Life is a mirror,

reflecting the heart placed

on it's placid surface,



Time is tabula rasa

7 layers of water stacked through

perpendicular dimensions,

and yet no two parallel.



An apple fell from a tree,

through six dimensions of man

and invented gravity;

now there is a black hole somewhere,

and the only way to escape it is to

release all matter,

and to become even less corporeal

than light.




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