Life, this precarious
walk the line muthafucker
Life, a knife blade
through the consciousness
The oceanic plasma
enfolding, obliterating self
Life, that sweet
notion of a hundred senses
drawn into seven
Life, the essence,
the effervescence,
the endless, the
storm before the calm
We all have
high standards
We expect a lot
We've put in the time
We've counted the years
We think, okay,
Now
can I relax?
Life, the great
Leveler
You never know
But you have faith
Your heart beats
Your lungs take in air
Your lips carry the smile
from your eyes
Your human love
was crafted from
the Big love
It's an assignment,
for sure, and you're
doing your best
4 comments:
Yeah, like, yeah. Said so well in your beautiful poetry. Five Hearts! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Beeeeeg hug, Bren. Kindred.
This photo (as the poetry it cascades into) is sheer magic!!!
Oh, thank you, Matt! It's surreal to read this poem again. I am in a different head space today ... and it brings me back.
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