
The speed of light travels at such a velocity
It skips on past the lions mane
As we visualize the voyage, in a effigy of a painted pane
We travel through space but its only vicariously
We watch Stanley Kubrick film it all happening in a basement
As we view into the void, a find it all locked in a casement
Love has a pure velocity
As it encircles the universe
Love vivisects all matter
With a voice of such victory
It plunges by light and sound
turning the lions mane into ticker tape and the film into reality
Veering and venturing with such velocity we can find love breaking through…… even the most aged vagabond will find vanity with no virtual vision.
Be with the vehicle and radiate through the velocity
About the Creator
memoirs of A moustache
Beatnik, A lover of words that move in and around our daily lives. Creating profound meaning and captivating poetry


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