I believe in planettes
on the never-ending plane
i believe in mass
and heaven above her
but she is magnetic and motherly
with all her mass and bits and parts
solids go down, ethers go up
those believers in spiraling galaxys
can have all of those up in the ethers
there is a lot of room in infinity.
room for all thoughts to take form,
solidify, and head downward or float up.
on solid ground we dream of infinite stuff, which comes
from infinite thoughts on infinite ground,
or
thoughts as fluffy as clouds, ephemeral, light...air, music
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Such a wonderful write👍👍👍