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Undular deflection
A world of possibilities and potentiality
Gone unimagined or supposed.
What I don’t understand
Makes me different in admitting so;
Hazy steamboat people in frog goggles
Come sailing from a window,
And a jar of glowing dry absinthe
With elevated feelings,
Is babbling freedom for the poets
Undular deflection,
Speaking molecules and stones,
So angular and daunting
Are the atoms rawbones.
When life displays less than meaning
Such as starlight, by way of gravity that travels the suns glow,
It is still five ten thousandths of a degree,
And I will always love thee, in those days I don't know
Gone unimagined or supposed.
What I don’t understand
Makes me different in admitting so;
Hazy steamboat people in frog goggles
Come sailing from a window,
And a jar of glowing dry absinthe
With elevated feelings,
Is babbling freedom for the poets
Undular deflection,
Speaking molecules and stones,
So angular and daunting
Are the atoms rawbones.
When life displays less than meaning
Such as starlight, by way of gravity that travels the suns glow,
It is still five ten thousandths of a degree,
And I will always love thee, in those days I don't know
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