What if the laws of physics oscillate? What if our hands bound together Is a more favourable state, statistically, can’t we see that we’re better off a team, as a safe loft in the starry seam?
That our tenders lips
once sailed the seas together,
that humanity is a product of love
fashioned by a fascist genetic fate
And that it too must oscillate
In an ocean of dreams.
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