May 27, 2020
question about the nature of everything
raven squawked on that half moon night it will speak to you if you let it step aside for the universe it tells us the void is empty
a thorn pricks you what are the chances? yet even a bean has a purpose this is why we find the truth so piercing
the answer often requires a few extra minutes even the clearest glass distorts
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this is a poem made from randomly generated sentences I have saved a few years ago, can’t remember the name of the generator now, anyone?