"Women and poetry music and God / The phantasmagoric glorious and odd"
In a Blue World Orbiting
As to whether I exist I say yes
I believe I exist since I feel pain
But as to whether I have been before
Or for that matter might I be again
If I could answer I would answer no
But I am now or at least I think so
(Existence seems an educated guess)
And yet it is not only pain I feel
But the thrill of expanding consciousness
With all the ecstasies this might entail
Women and poetry music and God
The phantasmagoric glorious and odd
Whether someone says I succeed or fail
(But who am I to say if it is real?)
If anything is real then people are
If hell is other people heaven too
The greatest pain but also nothing less
Than the greatest pleasure I ever knew
Which for all I know is only known in
This place where we are never alone: in
A blue world orbiting a yellow star
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