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Clock, ticking… friends talking
Longtime lovers, taking long walks
Discussions raised of the next stage,
After first lovemaking phase,
as children are raised
Stepping out together,
naturally aglow
No perpetrating,
no shallow shows of affection
no need at all
one look shows our connection
All energy focused, redirected…
Power multiplied over space and time
Common sensibly applied together
Continually being reassessed in
A struggle to remain aligned
On a new course …a true north
Navigating beyond those things
Which used to give us nightmares
By means of improvising,
utilizing our dreams
Channeling our emotions
which come and go
Like waves, and
with phases of the moon
Create tides… of our fortunes flow
A series of problems yet to be solved
Arriving… as we continue to rise
Working on each of us
Making a meaningful contribution
In pursuit of the solution …in this,
Equation
of changing variables
With elements
which cannot be resolved
Within the matrix
with 100k fools,
continuously
Rearranging elements,
as
periodic motions
Ever changing dimensional shifts
Memory recall using methods, tools,
Moments frozen in our minds,
Until the momentum slips
New methods necessary to correct
Glide paths for angle of approach,
Momentum, slope, and wind speed…
As if not to mention ever changing rules
A moments solace, stolen
in a single heartbeats pulse
Feel a coming rain
portrayed as streams of photons
Falling through the empty air
between the space reserved
for the entity of universal creation
Brings faith
a seed
we have to sow
rediscover…
Remembrance
we’re not alone
our saving grace
faith to overcome
transgressions for things
we cannot atone…
hope, we can endure
Only listen
as the particles of lives
are rearranged
In playback,
a do over in a sense
to reconfigure
To translate, from the chaos
of broken rhythms
being endlessly replayed…
Dial in truth tables,
Map in our troubles
within the temporal sphere
Add in
the rotational coefficients
of the stars
Balance the equation
for time space… drift
To cancel out declination
To rise above the astral plane
Of those who scream for peace
But cannot give the love
it takes...
to get there
So, with no signs
of progress being made
I tip my hat towards the east…
Open my mind and eyes
Realize we are not alone
Spread my arms wide
Beat the dust off from my feet
Make an umbrella
to collect the rain …
And don a walking staff
to fight the beast
Even so, as relentless sun
Blazes mercilessly
upon the desert sand
Smoke over the horizon
Signals danger
Comes upon the wind…
Sounds of battlefields
grow closer still
With a calculus
not quite ascertained,
During the rainy season,
each day
almost like clockwork
a monsoon comes assuring rain
A sense of balance
yet to be attained…
From which
we may balance our fear
Of death
a point of reference…
Not lightly entertained
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