Convinced it wasn’t just us that much less
Created this, what you could call, sod worlds,
Where downcast eyes wanted inverted versions
Where it couldn’t be not only through our not finessed
Bee line distortions caught to assuage, at a higher altitude,
Happy phenomena; causalities from benevolent extremities.
Where singularities breaking into parallels, skipped
Previously, must’ve meant that, or so we
Think, heresy that had come up in micro pods
Could be of recurring uncalled for encores.
Wisened forms losing sight descant on bewitching budding ends
That’d occur every so often when the mind’s eye would think
To safely remind them it had been proven more often than the
Notion of worlds that kept swapping where we had heard we had existed.