The Fruit Of The Vine Poem by Ryan Duffy
The Fruit Of The Vine
We are but the fruit that grows on the vine. We bloom, then we fruit & Ripen; Either we get eaten or, we drop off the vine; Back to the earth, where we turn into the nutrients that feeds the next fruit ready to bloom; & so will our soles reincarnate. The Universe is but a giant Torus! Infinitely devouring itself and recreating itself; All at once.
Friday, May 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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'The Universe is but a giant Torus'
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