No skeptics can get this central invention,
Escaping cognition by those ill-intended with
Best wishes I am sent, dissecting paralax.
And conventional methods of comprehension
And hasty circumvention.
Your equation proceeds, and you can count on me.
How planets planned it or, mathematics mapped it for
This instant vision anew… I do not know though, wherever I go
All I ask is that I may still breathe you.
Now here, the air invites such vital remembrance of
Life presenting no ending.
So clear, resonance and progress are calm,
With abiding silence in reverence to truth,
Truly utilized.
I stand afar from the city limits, prepared
For mortality to be living unaware.
And all I feel uncovers numberless wonders
In a quest for real so breathe with me…
How planets planned it or, mathematics mapped it for
This instant vision anew… I do not know though, wherever I go
All I ask is that I may still breathe you.
Message to sender, let her occupy atmosphere where thee is there…