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Our world
is about to change,
like inert flowers
metamorphsising into bloom.
the death we freight,
is a beginning,
not unto doom
but a hiatus
into blinking palaces
that will quake the heart
We're dusts from freckles,
blown into the air
congealing into pebbles
breathless in the dirt,
but vital in the fullness of moon,
soon, our reality will boom,
shattering like pellets
from smoking holes
At stillness of night,
a dimension will unlatch,
hatching alien-like eggs
the eyes might see,
but the spirit will shudder
like a cow without udder.
into something else,
will will marvel
mouth agape in disbelief
From a chance,
the end will herald
a space in places
with no hope!
and we will delight,
like drunken men with new wine
the earth without void,
opening into realms
of billions opportunities