Surfing across the glaze of light Multiverse into one, this universe shines bright Condensed energy upon my sight Mystery upon this 'life' All is multiverse stitched into one universe All universes stitched upon each other Tension upon layer and layers Heaven, Hell, reincarnation, all are bound by makers One moves upon a series of 'matter' or vibrations after the shell is removed or gained However rather low, high, negative, or positive energy, all is remained Logic A mere barrier designed and captivated by a mind Grasping your vision, your perception, your multiverse Either a hinder or power surge Forming pieces of ones quilt to converge A poisonous psychedelic The rarity of an ancient relic It is yours, whatever it may be Hold close, as it is all you may have As the 'universe' of the multiverse leans and meets according to so Then raving within your conscious, you see a brighter glow You pursue, you make the most Using the now gleam to move upon the multiverse you hope to have Doing all in reality in order to keep the spark alive What seems to be drab What seems to strive All according to the beholder We keep these lights seemingly closer Whatever they maybe Whomever they maybe What has never begun to start will never be over
However improbable I like to think that the multiverse theory is true That for every choice we made there are versions of us who made different ones, and that for every lost opportunity there is a whole another universe where we took a chance The paradox will never end the parallels will never cross But I like to think that somewhere out there no matter how unreachable there is a version of me that still has you.
The router's a strobe light; I can't connect. The microwave fritzed, I can't heat. The circuit shut; guess no electricity. Ayo no technology. Let's talk ancient philosophy, NOT whether Beyonce is a feminist. Let's have a bonfire and roast meat cause none of us were vegan before this. Let's light candles in the streets. Pray batteries die on LCD screens. Cause we were alchemists before technology, the versed probing the multiverse, thrilled, lighting our golden embroidery on life. Now were just bored. Coy toys to tied strings, webs that touch everything, but the space between.