So many truths echo, but as the cup fills up, only so much can occupy one place, flow out, and snake around, that fruit, eat it in another life, the heavens above, reach as high as you can, order and hierarchy, and your father who built roads, if he says it's good, how could we oppose, squiggle and squirm, what can we really do, the river simply flows, in water lilies and bumblebees is god's echo, leave it as is, simply be, as is nature, balloon popped, and the fruit’s broken skin, never greater the world, the heaven are still above me, eternities pass, how does a spirit flow, just a lonely fish, looking for a suitable home, how a universe eats, and what stimulates it, looking back, so many good memories, maybe, with luck, faith, and love, we can still process the rest of it, as the future echoes and the wave ripples, Scotty beam me up, the rest of your life, it’s already there…

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