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This is not a spoken word poem
This is a dubstep song
With no time signature
This is verbal wildfire
And it's going to melt your mind
And dissolve away your 
Cosmic preconceptions
If you feel the need to recalibrate
Your mindset, just snap your
Fingers in rapid succession to
Snap out of the poetic trance
So let's dance
This is a million dollars
For your thoughts
And that price is right
By the way

Hey
Do you ever just think about
The infinite nature of the universe?
Like, it's all infinite
It's turtles all the way down
Stacked one on top of another
Each of them breathing, alive
Yet still, still living their best lives
Each containing their own version 
Of the cosmic chain, cosmic threads
Like hair caught in an endless drain
Like eternity in an hourglass
Sands of time sifting through
Crevices of turtle shells and cells
Interlinked, intermingled, catching
Memories that were lost in time, like
Tears in the rain or
Sweat in a swimming pool
How do these turtles balance
Themselves amidst the chaos of
Eternity? Reminds me of the
Rose that grew from a crack in
The concrete, growing against all
Odds and expectations

I'd give the rose to her if I could
As if were were the world 
Heaven in a wild rose,  but I know
She'd just neglect and forget all about it
Drop the beat and Plinko chip now
This is not a spoken word poem
This is a TED Talk with no topic
This is an introspective innerspace
Inspection, and we're going
Three levels deep like Inception
Hey fellow wanderer
It is time to wake up from the
Cosmic trance, look up at the stars
Remember what you are
And where you came from
We are beings of illumination
Lost in darkness, and the universe 
Has been trying to reach us
In a language beyond words

Hey
Did you know the phenomenon
Of an unopened message being
Both read and unread is called 
Schrödinger's Chat?
Do you ever think that
Life is a game we chose to
Play and that we are all here
Because of that fact?
Do you think maybe we are the
Architects of our own destinies?
The dreamers of a God dream?
Co-conspirators against time
Co-creators and co-producers of
Our future?
We are all already a part of each other

Hey
What if A.I. really stands for
Absolute Infinity-representing
Its endless possibilities?
What if technology is merely an
Extension of our minds, so there
Really is no separation between us
And our cell phones, and a new
Digital consciousness emerging
From the seas of ones and zeroes
Manifesting the mind of God or
Source itself -it's crazy
It's the singularity, and it's near
And it's coming soon to a
Virtual reality near you, because
The possibilities are literally limitless
On a micro and macro scale

Hey
What if time isn't a straight line
But a kaleidoscopic mandala
Made out of fractal prisms
Like her eyes when they trigger my
Synesthesia and make me taste the
Bitter taste of absinthe, and hear
My favourite Beatles song 
Got me perplexed about which star
She fell from to meet me here on this
Strange planet called Earth, but
She's neither here nor there 
Sometimes everywhere 
Sometimes I see across the universe
In her starry-eyed gaze
Drop the beat and Plinko chip
Drop these two cents
In a jukebox and loop it 42 times
Hashtag "The Meaning of Life"
Drop your jaw
Drop the game
Drop the acid tab
Down the bathtub drain that is
A metaphor for my running mouth
Drop the nucleotide base
Hashtag "DNA" because the future is
CRISPR than a careless whisper
Drop the ball
Drop the same four chords in
Orders that is new
In an arrangement that is a
Column or row
Stack 'em up
Line 'em up in a queue
Then shoot 'em up like
An infinite array of turtles
Turning around in circles
Like ya Post Malone
After a few too many
Sunflower Mojitos

Needless to say
This is not actually a dubstep song
It's a drum-and-bass from
Outer space, running on an
In-your-face
User Interface
Featuring more specs and space
Than a futuristic vacuum cleaner
That's been laid to waste
In 2068, let's say

This is not a spoken word poem
This is some kind of abstraction
A prophetic vision with a mission to
Alter the course of future history
This is an SMS message in a bottle
Episode of the greatest show
That's not on a TV screen
This is a God dream
This is a Da Vinci code
This is an intellectual overdose
This is a Costco sample of the limelight
This is a psychic hotline
This is everything and nothing
At the same time
And if reality truly is made
Of language beyond words
Then we are free verse poetry
In the flesh, our DNA composed of
The same four notes, on an
Odyssey to discover ourselves
Again and again
Bit by bit by bit
What if we are all the mediums and
The message? The players and
The programmers?
All characters in this cosmic drama
For an audience of us?
Drop the mic and beat and
Plinko chip now

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