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A curious form of energy How hard they try to make the earth a Scientific race, but every answer they Opine there's something out of place It's not so much that there are Gods But more that there's a mind, a thinking Process going on that changes things With time
A curious form of energy, a wisdom Undefined, a thousand years is but one Day so time is on its side. There's a lengthy Learning process before the need to act But in the end it's woe betide the wicked And the mad
You can feel it in the air sometimes and Hear it on the wind, a chattering in space And time, a feedback sort of thing. Be still One night and listen hard you may hear a Whispered voice, a curious form of energy
Embedded in white noise
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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