Co-create
24 October 2016
Illusion
A floating of worlds
In my mind
World without
Percentages of choices
The outcome unkind
Build with me
With more than mortar
Less than stone
Future hone
We celebrate the Divine
In woodlands the vine
Of the growth
We have heard of tales
Flying whales
In Oceans
Floating into the blue skies
Where the strong willed lies
Morrows suns
Warm the purple creed
Blended code
Love abode
They fused the Red and the Blue
We confused each clue
Intentions
A lost path of Pi
Cut the wire
Flamed the fire
Moved around in circle dire
Consequences Grey
Monsters slay
The bright pave the way
Replicate
Co-create
Image of beauty translate
Way of Heart dilate
Reading of the poem:
Arrival of the Birds – The Cinematic Orchestra (The Theory of Everything)
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