Fields of Play

if the proton will not spin
then nothing will begin
and everything I have to say
would just collapse (implode)
beyond recognish-within
and all who climb through kingdoms
and those who dream of dreaming
would all go home empty-handed
and lockwashers would all lie flat
making ends meet
and beginnings
a thing of the past

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