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WALK THROUGH THE RYTHM OF DAY
AND WALK THROUGH RYTHMS OF NIGHT,
SEEMS WE'RE WALKING IN OTHER'S RYTHM
NOT OUR OWN NATURALLY, JUS' AINT RIGHT.
ALL PEOPLE HAVE A COLOR, THEIR PIGMENT
SEPERATING FROM THIS JUSTIFIES NOTHING,
WHEN LIFE CALLS UPON HUMANITY TO LOVE
BEING THE FIRST TO CLAIM PAIN IS CLOWNING.
SO, NIGHT AND THE DAY KEEPS ON COMING IN
SEASONAL WEATHER SYSTEMS FIND THEIR WAY,
INTO THIS ARRAY OF MARVEVOUS LIVES LIVED
KEEPING ALL AWARE OF ITS POWERFUL SWAY.
MAYBE IN ITS ONENESS IT'S JOUSTING ANGRILY
MAYBE OTHERS SEASONS ARE A BIT TOO LOUD,
COULD BE IT GETS TIRED OF THE CLOSENESS OF AIR
JOSTLING, PARADING SELF OVER OTHERS NOT PROUD.
YES THOSE BEARS PUSH AND SHOVE TO CLAIM SPOTS
WATER RIGHTS FROM THE BUREAU OF ANIMALITIES,
COMPLETELY QUALIFIED TO SHOVE ONE ANOTHER
BUT LIKE US, CLUELESS IN TIMES OF VIRAL DISEASE!
FOR SOME, AND NOT ALL OF HUMANITY, TO FEAST
UPON THE SCRAPS OF SYSTEMS SEEKING TO DEGRADE,
FIND THEY CANNOT FEEL COMPLETE JOY NOR GRIEF
BUT CONSUMES BOWL AFTER BOWL OF WHAT MAN MADE.
THUS, THE NATURAL BECOMES UNNATURAL AT BEST
EMPTINESS OF HUNTING ALONG SHALLOW GATHERINGS,
MISSING THE HISSING OF A SNAKE TO A CANDLED CAKE
UPON ONE KNEE, NO PRAYERS, BUT LIFT BLING BLINGS.
WHY DOES THE HEART BEAT TO A DIFFERENT MELODY?
ONE CAN BE ASSURED THE ROMANTICISM OF LIFE EXIST,
WEEDS INSIDE FLOWER BEDS, ORPHANS ARE FOSTERED
THE CLAIMS OF JOY ALONE AREN'T PLAQUED, OR IS IT?
--BlakMista--
