The branches of the tree reached out
far into the infinity of deep space and wind
disappearing phenomenalities into a cloud covered sky
thoughtless mystic effort in tensioned strain
for the glory of plain limits striving
stark directions
encompass meaningless life without roles, wrapped with colors
tinkling sounds like a musical coating of freezing rain
living notes of experience for some as words of reason
non-communicating raving bits of data for-others
birdsongs attracting apposites
like numbered structures themselves
analytic utilitarian formulae
synthetic a priori sentences
like dark bark upon the branches
in the desert of time beyond Ship Rock
God has set the dimensions together.
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