INFINITY
BEYOND IMAGINATION!
These ideas just don't get along,
When jotted and jailed;
But voice-too filthy,
I murmur, it shouts.
It shouts this loud,
Like a mutiny to uphold,
Then it writes the thunder drums,
And filth goes honesty.
All I hear is roars
In the crowd and are loud
And my lugs can't shield them
But are retorted by my voice;
"This is not fair"
"Too unfair" it just goes on
Like when I see ripples,
I can trace out infinity.
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Excellent write!