An antidote to cosmologists claims of
a hostile universe, strengthened by
consciousness creating magnetic fields,
ourselves as illusions of time and space
beauty I can embrace, taking a
freezing alienation of whimsy
cosmologists play as domino
blocks falling before fate
their interpretations are dreams,
theories without proof, simply serving
to amuse and intrigue less than
1% of an observable universe
I seek final answers from the
spiritualists who deign to speak
of a 99% invisible cosmos, known only
by its effects as consciousness
I chose them on for life-
endowing characteristics!
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