Saturday Morning Special

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How The World Came To Be

walking in circles

is like drifting into space

lost doesn't do justice

to the brains wander

direction has no meaning

up is now parallel

wake up from the dream

pretend there is no reality

time is not substantial

fear never saw existence

few tales of any life

spring up from underneath

this chasm became a hole

where doubt shows no light

freedom is but nothing

danger is a weakness

emotion rejects all comers

like is like a like 

repeated without end

visions run away

faster than spoken word

only heard by past expressions

stay away from this place

it can trap all of them

be open to all theories

they make it sustainable

grasp all of the unknown

learn from past mistakes

failure is accepting without question

how the world came to be

Another great poem by my talented brother, Alex.