Oddity Being Dead Traveling Backwards In Time Is Awkward Poem by Clinton Siegle

Oddity Being Dead Traveling Backwards In Time Is Awkward



On May 20th,2016
New, a few months away this to is deja vu.
My mind was awoken to a new world of imaginations and wildest dreaming possibilities.
A world of multi-verse was opened up to me.
you might say that is a dream, I say it is more than a dream.
I have seen fresh skies, my friend.
I have seen BREXIST US leave and BRESICT and UK stay.
I have seen a mountain move.
I have seen a convenient change.
I have seen countries change.
Yes, we live in a multiverse
each turn we make is duplicated.
I thought I was an outline soul.
A one plus something in a trillion multi-verse on different earths.
only to discover my life has repeated more times than I know.
over and over again, I must be one large failure.
The meaning is several new questions about reality.
The first of course if I turn right or left, which universe is it that I live in?
Is there a deity or just a being with higher technology?
Is there meaning in life for if everything is done twice or more what is the purpose for?
Then I asked a simple question. What color is the sun?
and realization hit me like a drunk hitting the floor.
IT everything under the sun has been done.
That means all scary tales are true.
All stories are true somewhere, somehow, whether in a dream or reality.
Someplace near you is the multi-verse are vampires.
Someplace out there are aliens.
some place out there AI has taken over the nuclear grid.
Someplace out there are super heros.
A smidgen away is a bullet to the greatest adventure you will ever have.
for if the rainbow found by CERN accidentally indicates that we are not alone.
Not even in our thoughts and dreams.
For I bet that there is another me typing this exact same poem.
In another dream I am alive now, I walk with the undead and they realize it not.
That is the purpose of the multi-verse.
to see to reason this is no fun.
to realize all the pain in life might come undone.
that you are not alone and yesterdays soul might do something you have to undo.
you have a purpose how awkward for you.
you may not have a home or job or learning or a religion or.
you are a traveler from a far or very close.
on an adventure of a lifetime.
come follow me would be ridiculous. 
for this is not my home.

Oddity Being Dead Traveling Backwards In Time Is Awkward
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dead
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