It’s just a poetic obsession.
I’m only theoretically devout.
To an idea of you I’m constructing.
To which you’ve no need to care about.
Telling you of it seems like I would change you.
Along these lines imagination describes.
In truth it’s just quantum thought exploration.
Through realities in which we vibe.
And nothing of that really means things.
In the moment that is always now.
Unless you like what you’re hearing.
Then pathways leading to there abound.
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