(every line is related to the line above it like a closed chain of events in the space of thoughts.....)
Axions flinging
the axioms,
jumping...
laughter filling
heaven's oceans...
swells;
Tide
... Time
Waiting for everyone
makes
lonesome
guitar without
a string
theory of
spacetime
Expanding
horizons,
minds, Superminds
dancing with The
God
= human
race is colour blind
As if a curse
Can cure a blind
If you show him
the light,
through the windows,
From the stars
Watching our
Past,
Brain's kaleidoscope...
inside gray...
And white matter...
Axions flinging
the axioms,
jumping...
laughter filling
heaven's oceans...
swells;
Tide
... Time
Waiting for everyone
makes
lonesome
guitar without
a string
theory of
spacetime
Expanding
horizons,
minds, Superminds
dancing with The
God
= human
race is colour blind
As if a curse
Can cure a blind
If you show him
the light,
through the windows,
From the stars
Watching our
Past,
Brain's kaleidoscope...
inside gray...
And white matter...
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