YouI deign to collect your feelings for me,You
you sorceress of impenetrable love
With dark, cat eyes you beckon my glance,
my heart flutters and weakens me nearly to my knees
You prance through life with the finesse of a young colt,
oblivious to your unceasing passion to so unworthy a recipient
You, a blessed daughter of Aphrodite,
Your fair skin, and tawny, shimmering hair gleaming in the summer sun
A single tear streaming down your angelic cheek is enough to fight through Hades and back,
A single day separated from your presenc
Time and SpaceMy hands tremble and pulse races staring upward into an abyss of empty spaceTime and Space
Steadying my gaze the cosmos never looked so glorious
I wonder how many others before me had similar nights
Did they pose the same questions? Had they seeked the same answers?
The earth is a splendid machination of Providence,
Over four billions years of change has
transformed a disc of gas into a geode of wonder,
A lone human wasteland amid a fathomless abyss of nothingness
Where shall man stake his significance?
Quark, electron, atom, cell, organel
her sleight of heartI wish I had never met you, it was that dark and beautiful nighther sleight of heart
In a smoke-filled assemblage, you forever changed this life.
You crushed my spirits in that first glance,
The foresight of an eternal attachment flashing by
I wrestled and died in that brief second, my soul emitting an inaudible sigh
This spatial inadequacy to reach back through the minutiae
to erase that one moment….that one…
like death, certainty, infinity, Nirvana, God, Love,
….moment
and it never follows, but is always there,
sumTake two hemispheres and you have a brain. Strike two solutions and you have a decision. Analyze two figments of space and you have a map. Attempt to piece together the fragments of your understanding me, for I will beg you to cease composing your wishes to Providence. A manifestation of human conscience that embodies what everything is and should be. You falter, and begin to piece together the shards of what once seemed simple and so closely understood as truth. You are walking the slippery slope that only embellished elite call their own; to begin to understand that you can’t understand and yet can’t help trudging on to understasum
Keep up the writing! I look forward to more.
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finding home.
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