It Is All There
Thinking is futile,
It makes Him laugh.
The ego grows unbounded;
A humbled spirit lies dormant.
Where can it be found?
Layer upon layer is all they can see,
Fear drives them apart.
Forever visible, waiting for seizure,
Available to all eyes,
I yearn for the day we wake into bliss.
Beams of light moving, rushing, whirring about;
Oh, the potential for collision.
What will be constructed?
What will be destroyed?
Ignorant fools think they are victims of helplessness.
How else can He reveal it?
'Twas just but a wanderer in your dream,
Captured in spaceless memory.
A shockwave felt throughout broke down the walls,
With what now can you muddle in time?
It is all there...It is all there.
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