A Pulse of the Universe

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A Pulse of the Universe

Who could tell
if these are the strings
on which fingers
land gently?
Or are these the dreams
where we train for
long-overdue walkabouts?

Do we ponder,
while drunk on emotions,
if denying selves
and resisting
the others
would transcend us
to a power-free state?

Can liberation mean peace?
We muse on the attraction
through less-magnetic themes.
Could we eclipse
need for us to be more
than just a commotion –
noise of wings flapping in
an afternoon breeze?

Who could tell,
once again,
if these are the strings
on which feelings
land gently?
They might be just veins
pulsing away the score

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