EXPERIMENTAL
experimental
mental
banking on
une chanson l’amour
a kind of magic
watch my hands
each a little
imp
of diversion
distraction
beneath the city
beneath the mountain
going nebula
creating
(that is
the theory at least)
special connection, entanglement,
new pathways
kind of comical pondering
this nothing
is real reality
that is emerging
big box
of paradox
tied up
with a rainbow bow
and there we were
the two of us blessed cursed
to live a
life of standard fare
not a shred
of resonance between us
just
that initial shockwave
wave, particle
positive, negative, opposite
identical spin
who
would have hazarded
a guess at it?
what
were the odds?
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