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Spaced Out Limits
Contributed by
Xnoybis
on
Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 04:08:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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And when I asked him What of his meaning He told me the sun Was mad and steaming
Channeling and aiming At its third axis Though he couldn't illustrate With any exactness
When pressed on the point He told me it's like The mechanical workings Of your average bike
Geared planes of movement Driven by chains Made up of the energy Of perpendicular planes
And as he fell silent Or I thought he did He broke the silence And told me he'd hid
The key to the mess So I had to ask What he was on about As he sipped the flask
He wiped his lips And cocked me a grin Waving his arm now To gesture me in
He whispered the universe Is nothing but perspective That the current model Is nothing but deffective
That all of these planes Are pure hydrogen With their own axis And origins
That the count only mattered From where you started And the start only mattered From where you departed
And then he fell silent Again, only for good And I scratched my chin As he scratched and stood
As I pondered his words And watched him leave All I could think was He almost had me.
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