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 ConspiracyIt ’s all a cosmic conspiracy,I ’m starting to believe,Playing out in an orderly fashion.I think the sun cools into a planetAnd the Earth becomes its moonWhile nebulous dark matterSwirls in spherical intensityUntil it gathers enough energyTo flash as first dawn Everything almost livingIs far away and shining Burning down to the range of vibrancy While some nameless ancestor grandfatherIs now a small black holeExerting calculable forces from afarDrawing me closer and closer10/23/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - October 23, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs