I want to state..
Without any hate
Something so sweet
To knock you from your feet
But as being merely a taste
My words would be a waste.
The abstract formation
Internal modle in motion
Many many times over
Did not just get slower
After applying the loop
Round nothingness soup
Changes the surface knot
At all points and every spot
Leaving our own reality
This excuse of causality
The way it has all ways been
Light bouncing into the echoes seen.
©wrennie
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