The universe laughs
it jeers and sneers
at the folly of matter!

Little is of no reality
nor is large – beset by all
conjure a shape – our fall

Location is our dislocation
a point upon a map – a dot
that spreads across the lot

Fathom what you cannot know
and know that you cannot see
even the smallest of creation!

But never speak to the universe
what is love or feeling or sensation
for it is not a part of its creation

We are part of and part out – see?
a duality of this and that
our animality versus spirituality

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