This Moment
An elaborate scheme, a worthy opponent
Bare feet on the grass, out at night by my lonesome
A wit that intrances, a letter to open
Niether pair, for my opiate lies in this moment
Approachable solely for what it is not
By tracing it's shape, one my finger can't jot
It's might crosses oceans, canals, country bridges
This moment awake, alive, calm and crimson
The golden component that beads from the pen
This silver strung whisper, stuns many a men
A traceless bouquet, an aroma thats ample
That fosters the flame on the tip of a candle
To thirst and to search, combust and to burst
A copius purse, yet this empowering urge
Does not involve having the power to splurge
But to read and to learn, to calm and observe
To flow out of folly, to feel out the word
The root of the heavens, in relation to world
This moment unearthed, that remains unappraised
Standing tall at it's center, aglow and aflame
This Moment.
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