its so hard keeping a system

there's this one poem that sticks in mind more/less vaguely i may recall

...

past the 7 planets
outside each four rings

to the center, to the core
of each and every living being

and from here you'll see the spirals
flowing outward from our god

pick the flowers
count the daisies

remember
ever

each and every seed we planted

you and i
come close to never
breathing in entire
sky

so we sit along the river
sailing ships through time and space

full of every type of creature
below heaven, here on earth

makes me think of membranes
like seran wrap covers all

itself its own universe
just like ours before our birth

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k, but i should i keep better recording of the 'digital' medias i produce tho

~peace
-db 

[EDIT]
ya know, i was able to pull that creation from past/memory, but...  i think i was more optimistically idealistic at that time, than i am now.  like i don't think i could have created 'that' poem rn...  ok then, wanted to disclaim that 

[EDIT 2]
Ya know the number series I had started out with, involved reducing 7 to 6, 5, and 4, but beyond that it just returned to one   insofar as numbers go I'd say this poem related to *7 reducing to 4*

[EDIT 3]
Perhaps the number series would shed light on things...

1 2 3 4 7 14 21 28
1 6 28
1 5
1