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What if Transparency
we make love we give love
yet sadness almost always fills our hearts
there is a great void that block that imagination
a peer of a sullen mast explosion
still we are not mere robots in our circle of friends
socialites with chatter boxes for voices
we run circles around the exterior base
paint pictures in the sky of an alabaster box in disguise
the maddening hedges that fumigate the montage display
perhaps this was the exact place where nomads went
torn lashes in their visible spent brevity
yet we arrange music in our heads
as if for a brief moment we are reluctant to its sound
the sun dial points to north but we persist going south
a beautiful arrangement of flower beds out on the lattice ledge
colors forming of a sparkling array of brilliance with blue & red
Yet to become transparent in the madness of the day
through a setting sun we run as naked predators out to pasture
never to prepare for the great here after
through its rudimentary laws of logic we lie helpless
A tug at the heart will light the spark to where we need to go
The promise that was made in the dark has now come to light
A bitter sweet ending from all its strife
left to ourselves we can do nothing lest we are attached to the vine
Crafted in great elegance for all the world to see
What is my last but parting plea
Transparency
