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Sep 2013
It is in our all for we are all and in a tunnel coiled
An entwining miasmic kaleidoscope we call our entirety
We are a collective phantasmagoria of escapeless toil
Lost in ourselves and forewent to society

The quark to the universe the everything to the quark
All beauty too big to look and too small to see
An everything of light yet we have sight only to the stark
Within the bleak there is only me for you and you for me

The god’s perform their song in the foundations of all formed
Waves sway and quaver thrumming from an insoluble craw
One note un-precise and we’re left ever so more deformed
Each of us hear it differently yet as you with mine all I can hear is yours
I was thinking about string theory and Fibonacci sequence and how there is an unfathomable
connection among everything, as I am a man of ration before belief I cannot begin doubt and hope and wonder. How the universe's motion is relative as the time that passes as all depending
from the sizes and perspectives. We are a beautiful symphony being play by who knows what and yet the more we pull away from the ants at our feet and cars on the street, the more we see
everything the more we realise how violent the stars and systems really are yet when we look up
it is motionless. The planet at around us does not move and yet it does at an incredible rate and while this is all happening the largest things in our lives, are the things we love. People to share the music to. So i tried to write something as senseless as where we are in the shortest term possible.
Aaron Wallis
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Aaron Wallis  Engerland
(Engerland)   
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   Universal Thrum
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