Carry the torch of heart
Like summer heat stains the skin orange
And the blue ocean sweats as exhalation
The movement of life and time bridge in well being
Creation spawns and old obliterates
New buds & saplings grow from the tree
The season shifts so many cycles and still the earth turns
One day it will be not so
The grandfather planet that has seen so many specimen
Housed and homed plenty phenomena will understand
and resign to it's own will of space, leaving from life
Calmly and without rush
Carried on by the infinite oceanfront
Washed upon the belly of white idea
And worked into a cell of intelligence
Remaining for endless durations in closed case
I stumble upon you today & forever more
For I am you and you me
And we all carry the same representative
that quiet voice in our hearts that speaks like earthquake
That honors death and the crimson tear of the soft spoken song
That collapses to aid us in the eyes of persecution
Who grows upset at the faded flower foregoing a lavender scent, and understands still that it must be so.
This sustaining cycle that is wicked and beautiful both but more so plain and fair. The scribes of love await the coming of dawn, and the knower goes into night snows to harness his peace. For in morning it will be figured, weather wared, breakfast cooked. The smile lines the faces of the young while the stern contemplate matters of manner. And before one is old he is ancient, another is old but a fool yet . Blending, bleeding, signed by fashion. Life.
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