| Re: Consciousness holds the key. to the T.O.E.
A Black Hole
There comes a time
When all is fine
If motion so
Then transient,
Is Form so lost?
It is mass in form!
Form then grouped,
Line up soldier!
Play the bugle
Wide'n, far all
March in step,
Reach that star!
So elusive sol’
Then just there
To realise sad
A cry went out …
From moment lost
The child was heard
”Where was be I came?”
Graham |