Substance is much less
Than full forms of void
But at least you can screw real things
Instead of absorbing
The vibrations of the whole.
I'd paint a picture but it would hold no color.
I would print a line but soon it would disappear before my very eyes
And I couldn't hide behind my body because
I would dissolve as all soapsuds seem to do.
New breakthroughs have made a path
With promises for flowers and sunrays of
New found happiness.
I want to sculpture the world
Like fine gold candlesticks that burn forever.
Wave lengths find new deminsions to reach
Parts of the mind never found before
But undeniably existing.
If I give you a pan half full of gold coins,
Will you fill it with cool spring water
And watch it grown and overflow?
ZCMI 1/68
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