The Master Pattern

By @macksby2/19/2020poetry

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Life may seem so cruel
Without form, no taste, no smell
The colors you see aren’t normal
The gods make war on all

Expanding to all you fear
Contracting to make you weak
The universe exists forever
Would you come to have a peak?

The pattern is never changing
Its form will never sleep
Come play with us, come play with us
We’ve been waiting

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