Waiting for the end of times—No thing slows—
Our Fate-Our Friends—We shall not choose—but That
Must make no mistake—For That Thou Art We never Know—
That We make choice—To fill the space between
The Ons and Offs We make of It—To play—
Eternally turning them from Us—and Thou
In disgusting discussion—Some should say—
What would be the point of wandering
Should they say We were wrong to care so much
Of questions they could not answer—for What—
would Life matter if not for wondering
About a universe of splendor—Here and Now—
About losing all the ifs ands or buts
Around Our shared source—that We become Art
Together—divided no more Our own—
Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!
Our Fate-Our Friends—We shall not choose—but That
Must make no mistake—For That Thou Art We never Know—
That We make choice—To fill the space between
The Ons and Offs We make of It—To play—
Eternally turning them from Us—and Thou
In disgusting discussion—Some should say—
What would be the point of wandering
Should they say We were wrong to care so much
Of questions they could not answer—for What—
would Life matter if not for wondering
About a universe of splendor—Here and Now—
About losing all the ifs ands or buts
Around Our shared source—that We become Art
Together—divided no more Our own—
Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!
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