Adoration grows
Once simple things, now complex,
Then simple again.
The world made finite and small,
Then explodes beyond us all.
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Contents Returned Damaged
Strange sounds and dark concepts,
Where mind and heart confer
To find a consensus
Which the senses will concur.
Perhaps the world restrained,
Will grant my mind rapport,
Bound in contradictions
No mission could restore.
What of this is danger?
Which of us is damning?
I subdue the bizarre,
While you are off dancing.