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I saw everything psychedelic placed
Nothing functions out of place
Kings chosen are already know
And born as they should
Nothing will take the land
No such thing as flawless, perfect, peerless;
Only fallen varmints grubbing helpless,
Guided by old books to find redemption
And some vindication from above.
Perfect spirits all alike and charming,
If the world were to end tomorrow
I’d spend my last hours with the universal language.
If I lost my hearing tomorrow
I’d spend today
Listening to Forever and Always by Parachute,
Poetry is everywhere
it is in the air
the wind
the sky
and the pines.
Poetry laces the world
it is the dust of the universe.
The stars in the night sky are poetry,
