The universe is looking at itself
It sees through each of our eyes
We are apart of a gestalt
There are endless lenses of cognition
There are billions of perspectives
Many are similar
But there are perspectives
Wildly different
Cosmic consciousness
Works like this
There is a wild synthesis
Pulsating in the ebb and flow
There are surging pulses
Waves of connectivity
There are symphonic harmonys
In the aesthetic
There are melds
That cross the oceans
There is a commingling
There is majestic harmony
There is surge of effervescence
It sees through each of our eyes
We are apart of a gestalt
There are endless lenses of cognition
There are billions of perspectives
Many are similar
But there are perspectives
Wildly different
Cosmic consciousness
Works like this
There is a wild synthesis
Pulsating in the ebb and flow
There are surging pulses
Waves of connectivity
There are symphonic harmonys
In the aesthetic
There are melds
That cross the oceans
There is a commingling
There is majestic harmony
There is surge of effervescence
There is the swoon of the ethereal
There is fire in the moment
There is love
There is fire in the moment
There is love
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