All atoms are accounted for
Everything is explained
We know why we eat, live, die, love
Even we know why others don't.
Chemicals, and reactions therefrom
The Gun exploded and the universe spirals through the air
However, deep within a few of us but none of them
Exists uncharterable territory.
We sing play and write from it
That which was given to us through sufferage
We do not will it into existence
Simply, we are powerless to prevent its will
It existed before me
Just as sound before the trumpet or the ear
I am merely its instrument
And it, my purpose
Imagination is God. I accept only spare praises.
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