I don’t know,
\n it might be me.
\nBut the amount of days,
\n left in the year is glee.<\/p>\n
There’s glee in the numbers,
\n I have left.
\nMy birthday to come,
\n When I’ve completed fifty five guests.<\/p>\n
A guest is each day,
\n a joy to behold.
\nSun or cloud,
\n nothing to with-hold.<\/p>\n
Each meridian train,
\n branches throughout.
\nEffecting each leaf,
\n Only God knows.<\/p>\n
Whether or not,
\n its whatsoever or all.
\nA never you mind,
\n or a knock at the door.<\/p>\n
Spirits are broken,
\n each and every day.
\nRare is the body,
\n that’s able to pray.<\/p>\n
Making up triangles,
\n perfect or not.
\nQuadratically quantifying,
\n the next quality hot.<\/p>\n
Lit to the core,
\n photon in mind.
\nFermion migrated,
\n of the everlasting kind.<\/p>\n
Muon resistant,
\n Quarks reset.
\nexternally feed,
\n with the sun that we get.<\/p>\n
You call it quantum,
\n but its all we got.
\nThe lifetime of inventions,
\n and how they all rot.<\/p>\n
Satellites of crystals,
\n layer upon layer.
\nbuilt to serve,
\n our intraplantitary familiar.<\/p>\n
Communicating color,
\n everyone can see.
\nwith their mobiles phones,
\n and their cups of tea.<\/p>\n
Then globally vote,
\n at the press of a button.
\nKnowing that others,
\n Will filter with loving.<\/p>\n
My doubts subsided,
\n my hope cant fail.
\nThe decision is made,
\n for many to wail.<\/p>\n
So jumping ahead,
\n keeping in mind.
\nthat hindsight,
\n is better this time.<\/p>\n
So back to the date,
\n that surprised me so.
\nOne hundred and eleven,
\n guests to go.<\/p>\n
So time to expand,
\n to even numbers.
\nfind the next entity,
\n to ingratiate these wonders.<\/p>\n
Enrich and
\n adore,
\nPacify and
\n be more.<\/p>\n
Sanctify and revere,
\n bless and hold dear.
\nFeeling their pain,
\n for as long as you remain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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