Run!
Fast, fast, faster.
Than the draw.
Of its pull
Towards the awe
There isn't a bottom
Unless you count the top
Where it comes
To a complete stop
At peace and completeness
The entirity of the whole
Of your own universe
Escaping outwards through a hole
In the viel..
Growing in its knowing
As its supposed to
Participating
Flailing it's threads
From the fringe
Seeking four in the 0
Fractalated to knots hinge
Mutated at every knew
Adding chaos as 1 part
Left opens 2 four chances
Intuitively as though an art
Of inifinte random fluctulation
Can be judged
In out guts as a sneaky
delightfuly nudged
To a compromise
Can't be all 2 left
Can't be all 2 right
Must be us that have bereft
Us our own common sense
Come then..
Run!
For the best recompense.
Found on the other side.
Of the void
I know we all have inside.
©wrennie
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