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Posiverse
The balls of clay that clog these stars
Sit in triumph, atmospheres
Proud to be unanimous
They live and prey, scurry and shiver
Devolve and become desolate
Pollute
And stoic in their logic
They learn of progress
Struggle to prove their necessity to the verse
And implode without a contribution
They clutter in cyclone
Bumping into one another
And starting wars for solitude
The black that they reside in cringes
Opening its eyes to see its guests testing theory
And creating facts out of perception
A presence in emptiness, with a heart we cannot locate
It is our mighty landlord that we refuse to acknowledge
Dark matter to us, something we cannot prove
Yet something that we belong to
It wants us to strive and flourish
To be happy, so that it can be happy
And it sits powerless now as we destroy ourselves
With no reach to speak of and no recognized hand
It is a space and an observer
That watches its only friends suffer in vibrant agony
And it shall continue this way
As we continue to grow more ignorant.
