Treatise on Higher Planes

A prayer to God.

I do not see You

Hear You

Cannot touch You

or understand You.

Perhaps on higher planes

You watch over

Your creation

and what do You

feel

?

Did You expect us

to create our own planes

Disregard Yours

Complain

Hate

No longer connected

to the world You

made

?

I know what You want

for me to say

"Never boring"

"I'm still having fun!"

"Thank you very much."

The End

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