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Spaced Out Limits
Contributed by
Xnoybis
on
Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 04:08:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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And when I asked him
What of his meaning
He told me the sun
Was mad and steaming
Channeling and aiming
At its third axis
Though he couldn't illustrate
With any exactness
When pressed on the point
He told me it's like
The mechanical workings
Of your average bike
Geared planes of movement
Driven by chains
Made up of the energy
Of perpendicular planes
And as he fell silent
Or I thought he did
He broke the silence
And told me he'd hid
The key to the mess
So I had to ask
What he was on about
As he sipped the flask
He wiped his lips
And cocked me a grin
Waving his arm now
To gesture me in
He whispered the universe
Is nothing but perspective
That the current model
Is nothing but deffective
That all of these planes
Are pure hydrogen
With their own axis
And origins
That the count only mattered
From where you started
And the start only mattered
From where you departed
And then he fell silent
Again, only for good
And I scratched my chin
As he scratched and stood
As I pondered his words
And watched him leave
All I could think was
He almost had me.
Copyright ©
Xnoybis
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2006-05-06 04:08:36] (Date/Time posted on
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