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Sight Through Eleven Dimensions
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I stand still, On the top of newborn star
My formless form staring into space
I feel the sounds around me
There presence a gentle pulse on my skin
My eyes spread out a grid across my vision
A multi-verse of worlds reveal themselves to me
Gentle depressions denote the presence of life
The strings of time flow on by, Neverending
I take a step from the star
And float into another plane of existence
I travel through a black hole and come out anew
As my atoms rearrange themselves yet again
Born once more, With sight in 11 dimensions
© Brett Windnagle, 2008
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Short writing I had to do for english class last year, Found it lying around and thought Id share it
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