Sifting through the detritus
Of my cluttered mind
I find no peace, no answers
Voices bubble forth from the void
Choirs sing from the light
Collective mind of humanity
Bristles chaotic Schrodinger-esque
existance handing on a bizarre
Fear mirrored by desire
Divinity might deign to notice
Focusing attention long enough
To finally open the box
Letting us in on the cosmic gag
Putting an end to our questing
Are we live or dead
Jack
aka PanseyBard
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