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I know I could go on like this for eons Just following my minds latest fantasy The brain erecting more dramas More sets and backdrops Chasing my own consciousness Wherever it might wander: it's never boring But what interests me more Is not whether or not God had a choice in all of this But if you would go on existing Once lifted up beyond the sphere Of my busy imagination's Inflaming your atoms into presence, Breathing life into your beings apparition Inside my enclosed world Merely by aim and constancy of my thoughts- What good is it, attaining every last petty desire Without another free spirit To exult with, in the universal continuum?