Come
Now, hon, hum
To me a magic tune,
That cannot be
Composed too soon.
Your notes can free
My soul from me,
To wrap ‘round you,
Weave me through thee,
So where once stood two
Shall instead be a
Single, balanced, unity.
Assorted verse, analyses, opinions and instructions on how to improve the Multiverse.
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