if the world
transcended
ascension
if nothing
can become
some thing
there must be
hope
at least
if we have
hope
then love
can't be
too far behind
once the wishful moon
decides to speak
telling us
about strange love
reminding us
about contagious joy
then perhaps
all of us
will some day
fully understand
that this
world
has its
own theme
a private plan
we'll never know
we'll never truly understand
with each revolution
another filament of evolution
transcending
ascension
together
here we stand
seeds waiting
growth and flourish
on nourishing land
if nothing
stands to confess
becoming
some thing
even scattered
there must be hope
familiar patterns
if nothing less
elope with tattered love
when nothing else matters
smatter yourself
with cosmic hope

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