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



Did You expect us

to create our own planes

Disregard Yours



No longer connected

to the world You



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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