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Click hereEquals begets the question
none have equals
all are unique each soul ,
each one; each One
and all when they join, encompass the other
who knows this , triumphs over the bonds of physicality
who doesn't, subsumes in the flare released
cinders burn, many claim to walk the abyss
how many even take the first step
faltering like Old men
I am an old man feeble and frail
who peers glaucously at the shapes, at the end of His arm
Guide His essence out and drink
The young grow on the bones of the elders
fallen down and mowed under,
fallow for the feeders, little maggoty thoughts ,
soupcons of desire
Take this bell and peal the heart,
show the gaping areas of nonsuch
where is the wonder and who is the fairy?
I can only say that I found this poem enormously appealing, and liked the way it made me think about things.
ssilversong