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MetaVerse Aug 6
I breathe the air of other outer spaces
And use the fingers of my mind to feel
Textures of math equations; databases
Of apocalyptic revelations unseal.
The metacolors dazzle all my eyes,
And every look is diamond-sparkled wonder.
The big is small, the small is big, and size
Dissolves as all I know is torn asunder.

No ground control, no spacesuit, no space-time,
Beyond the great beyond, beyond beyond,
Beyond all reason, far beyond I, I'm
One, one that's all; and every precious bond
With every one I all at once observe,
And every one connected to a nerve.


— The End —