the moon the moon the moon
how can I believe that it’s a hollow ball?
when all of the starry skies are ripped away
then I can see the true fabric of this life
imagine there’s no stars
no planets
and no galaxy here
no galaxy out there
but the appearance…
ohhhh…
fractal in and out
through twisting roller coaster vertigo
with the ears and hairs and eyeballs
all communicating fluently
to paint this picture here
but the appearance…
a mirrored jewel
a perfect wheel
ying yang, big bang
from New York to Afghanistan
from Hong Kong
to the Promised Land
Jesus, Happy Birthday, Brother Man
He told Us we’re all God’s children
you don’t have to believe him
but still you are flesh and bone as I am
I echo what I hear, that we are all the same underneath
He just came to keep it real and REMIND EVERYBODY
to Keep it REAL
and then it became all too Real
33 years
but some people remembered and some people believe
but nobody can say they have the truth
yet every human experience is a piece of the puzzle -
the never ending mystery
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