The world was swerling around his head
but it was an eggshell that was spinning in space
it was full of pelts mined under the light of
the first day the universe was formed
a race of electrical beings bottled it in a cusp
kept it for the elasticity of fortune
and released it to stop it expanding
the range of light
never tires and that may mean
that space is an illusion
crazy house mirrors that reflect this and that
and place them so far apart we never dare
newtons apple was never eaten
but the peel hangs dried in the gallery
of an obscurity inside an atom that turned sideways
when einstein's grave was opened his bones were missing
but there was a note that said
"not yet"
aliens live amoung us
just look into any mirror
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