inside an electric blue hour glass,
sand slips past, falling away to then.
with a zen twist, the poles shift, n all grains gather ta sit,
each peers into this newly formed rift,
stars are born where space times' torn,
expand your view to include the new new.
youth is the future, so dance monkey dance,
take a chance n witness self,
spin tops off shelves onto bigger planes,
fewer walls to bounce'll leviate the pains
from just spinning..........................
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