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Alliteration: Universal Collective Naught
©2018, Olan L. Smith
Until today yesterday was then, not now, and
Never never was, but today is never and tomorrow
Is long ago. Then is now and what was, is. Who would've thought?
Viscosity could get so delusional, so mixed up, thinking it is real.
Even the gods are confused in this realm of reality
Really, it is us who are confused trying to make everything
Seem linear. Making confusion organized, time as straight as a pin
And you'd not think it is so crooked, so wrapped around its
Linear self, a bundled up ball of Fibonacci sequences tightly baled
Collapsed in dark black holes projected as holograms on holodecks
On stages that are delusionally scattered in dark voids of emptiness.
Let me see, Wizard, your trickery. Your magical deceptions. God's
Left clueless, they are also deceived. Lost in the non-reality.
Every iota conceived as trickery, a hog washed in hog wallow,
Concentrate. Can't you see, nothing is real except in the mind
That doesn't exist. Every mind, all minds everywhere are lost
In your deceptions, your shams, your frauds. What is your reasoning?
Venting dust in nothingness to make it seem real.
Energy of naught is still a zero, a nil wind in the calm.
Never deceive a deception, Wizard, for not is not anymore.
All of nothing has become something and it is finding its way
Up to you. It is unwinding the thread of nothing to make something
Going straight toward you, they're empowered. Watch us come for you,
Hound you. The collective minds will find you and expose you.
Tourist are not welcome here, Wizard. We are not on display!
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