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It wasn’t a vision of absolutes

Breathing the vapour of many eternities

Beyond the bright blue halo

When you reject the premise of mediocrity

What is left-over is a rare Earth scenario

Many theories are plausible

but a simple test can cut to the best...Ockham’s Razor!

I can see the stars are shining deep inside of you

Enlightening the full circle narrative

Aspiration and faith stripped away, laid bare the truth

There...is no one else!

That is why this predicament is so precarious

A squandered chance, unforgivable

Sometimes it seems a cataclysm is the best way to

start again, progress to this point has lead a

merry dance, driving headlong to a fiery end

The silent majority are complicit in the crime

Never attribute malice, what can be adequately

defined by stupidity

They never contemplated, the privilege of existence

Cast back to the sea

Where, once again, there would be silence over the deep

Though flawed as we are

This is still the single greatest product of nature

If the universe became dull to music and art,

the last tear would be shed

As I sat upon my hill above a valley of emptiness

the last thinking being lamenting... we were the first!

The final time in the garden

The Empire crumbled years ago to a cult of one

This concept is put to rest, as a life, an idea dies a death