Universe City
There’s a subsistence to
Existence
A Reality
That underpins our daft pursuits
Our potential. Potentially.
(Or particularly.)
Tethered to an expansive experiment.
A symphonic unraveling of Truth.
We call it, the universe.
As in, one song.
One.. two, three, four.
One.
The downbeat of eternity exploded forth as
The Maestro, masterful in intention
Recieved us back into
Oneness.
And then, we remember.
It was Love all along.