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twenty eleven twenty twenty

I don’t know,
it might be me.
But the amount of days,
left in the year is glee.

There’s glee in the numbers,
I have left.
My birthday to come,
When I’ve completed fifty five guests.

A guest is each day,
a joy to behold.
Sun or cloud,
nothing to with-hold.

Each meridian train,
branches throughout.
Effecting each leaf,
Only God knows.

Whether or not,
its whatsoever or all.
A never you mind,
or a knock at the door.

Spirits are broken,
each and every day.
Rare is the body,
that’s able to pray.

Making up triangles,
perfect or not.
Quadratically quantifying,
the next quality hot.

Lit to the core,
photon in mind.
Fermion migrated,
of the everlasting kind.

Muon resistant,
Quarks reset.
externally feed,
with the sun that we get.

You call it quantum,
but its all we got.
The lifetime of inventions,
and how they all rot.

Satellites of crystals,
layer upon layer.
built to serve,
our intraplantitary familiar.

Communicating color,
everyone can see.
with their mobiles phones,
and their cups of tea.

Then globally vote,
at the press of a button.
Knowing that others,
Will filter with loving.

My doubts subsided,
my hope cant fail.
The decision is made,
for many to wail.

So jumping ahead,
keeping in mind.
that hindsight,
is better this time.

So back to the date,
that surprised me so.
One hundred and eleven,
guests to go.

So time to expand,
to even numbers.
find the next entity,
to ingratiate these wonders.

Enrich and
adore,
Pacify and
be more.

Sanctify and revere,
bless and hold dear.
Feeling their pain,
for as long as you remain.

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