What´s beyond, is in front of us
we just can´t perceive it
... we are blind.
In a cosmo limited by our senses
what besieges us, passes our appreciation.
Dimensions to discover,
... to explore,
theories still without definitions...
There are no mysteries
only pieces of information.
No miracles,
only ignored scientific occurrences.
Is it science a way to understand the world,
that deprives it of any poetic sense?
Everything is in ist root,
and together the new lengths flow
with another sea.
Lost energy in a diferent time
under a same concept of matter.
Slaves of a secret, souls that shout
begins who request mercy, voices impossible to hear.
Dimensions to discover,
...to explore,
theories still without definitions...
Boat with a unknown destiny, to never return.
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