Same Ideas

Through the Black hole
Through the black hole again
A new universe, yanked, pulled
What now? A fresh look
Same Ideas, Same principles
I checked the manual
Natal to cattle, I think that was the plan
Until freedom spoke
Yeah I can try that, but to what extent
Something like that could take a lifetime.
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The Mountain
Atop the mountain there is a breeze blowing
Filling my lungs with life force, being one, knowing
I pull in and release, each breath my one lung
Of the cosmic, feeding me continuously
You ask me from miles away am I happy
I reply with a reverberation, “I have been here long”
I waited, still smiling.

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