A Universe is a ship in a bottle
cast unto an unknown sea
a message outside may exist
not an S.O.S.
something like a dry fog
with atoms and quarks
strings and forks
suggesting the unknown
except for the physics inside
a Vodka with bitters
stirred and shaken
simultaneously
Lives are leaves that grow wither and fall
theoretical yawls
bemizzened anchors asunder
key to creative understanding
and salvation we sometimes wonder
that worlds sift ichor
as if it were sunrise’s décor
who were the short lived
that breathed, suffered and died
Just in time to cherish
intolerant time would rather perish
a cloud of unknowing, coming and going
strings and decoherent mists
in this does meaning consist
to contain time like particles of vectors
we regard as collectors
of a field hall of mirrors
with another side of hell
a trap door contains the yells
we do not hear and few enough fear
the sounds of silence are music to worldly ears
with the passage of years.
https://suno.com/s/je3Kenh4k1g7kgie Between Heaven and Hell
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