Coincidence?—Our Ignorance!—
Expressed—thru' Inferior Language—
To that of Celestial Organizations
Over Current Fallacious Perceptions—
For Order Is,—Our Human Excuse
And Ultimately too,—Divine—
And Unknown Is, to us, an Abysmal
Tangle to Quickly Rewind—
For In The Beginning, All was Set
Into Perpetual Locomotion—
And so our Brains, too fast React
To the Phantasmagorian Ocean—
But Thankfully, the Heart is True—
For Dust we Are,—It Must—
Beat to the Muses' Hidden Rhythms—
Its Pulse, we must learn to Trust—
For the Paroxysmal Assumptions of
A Brain with Poor Reception
Lead only to Doubts turned inside-out
And our slow, but sure, Deception—
& Look!—the Heart—it knows it well—
Listen!—and Dance along!—
And through all the Static,
You'll soon pick up
On the Notes of Perpetual Song—
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