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We can naught be but what we are
Sayeth the comet unto the star As they dance together in the endless beyond Cosmic hummingbirds fluttering across the flowers of creation Yet neither is my station and my light shines as but a brief flair Incredibly Wonderfully Brief Long enough to learn that to truly live is all too rare and to die all too common Our time spent on this blue rock we call home Hurling through space at an alarming rate Indisputable proof that anything can be normalized rationalized Doing our best to face down fear whilst always aware that our end is near Do the stars feel fear? Do they feel joy and pain? Two sides of the same Dancing through the dream till our comet runs out of steam and we hurtle to the ground as shooting stars for some hopeful child to wish upon Time not to waste With the speed of the cosmos we must make haste To create a better reality A manifest destiny Powerful manifesto Changing without understanding Faster than society arranging out of control IT ALWAYS WAS! Do we control the coming of day? Do we control our lives’ way? Our perception only I say I am a comet Born of stars That’s me
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In the trust of your arms I fall
Like rains upon a parched earth A cloud too full I don't hide my cracks from you Open and willing to fill Seeping into the depth Your arms hold me in their muddy softness Sweet embrace of skin with skin That reminds us of everything And nothing Here and now a kiss A special word whispered or mumbled It has been said before Filling cracks with play dough It is harder to wash away Into the still fire of innocence
Burns the core of truth Bitten into long ago Freedom of fire and desire Explodes from the heart Seeds scattered on fertile soil Last gasps for balance are Swallowed by fear Darkness holds the Mystery In the crucible of night Our eyes have no tricks to play The unknown defines the dark Yet the dark cannot hurt us It is too much light That leaves us blind In the mines of self Unheeded canaries go quiet As the fires Slowly Extinguish The silence died quietly
It knew no other way To fold itself into the origami of things that once were Muffled cries that give no indication of what's to come Our cells remember A time before Before cars Before trains and planes Before electric things Their constant hum The inescapable background noise of our era Constant Disruptive Displacing Replacing Replacing the silence of wind in the trees Replacing the silence of crickets Replacing the silence of birds It fades For better For worse The quiet Has gone |
Douglas Karson
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