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By divine design
we arrived Right on time…
An open question, not definition
Added complexity?
The conditional awareness
Masking the ignorance
and tolerance to pain
Trial and error, master of the game
Save the arrogance, infection…
which tends to make those
so driven to go down in flames
If persistence were a gift, we score…
Not just with a battering ram
To smash the walls.
We devote our better selves
A gift to recognize
recurrent patterns
In the mix of things
which betray our hopes,
bring unnecessary pain
and death to our
Soul-train dance line
of existence.
Short circuiting our love of life
Adding pain/death/fear and strife.
Where, we the resilient strive to overcome
The uncertainty with some hope…
A prayer perhaps, a song
to give us something,
more than ancient technology,
a gift from the divine,
perhaps an ability to see
beyond our past-times
And stay past curfew
to study one more risky plan
to get beyond the next stage
In this game of life
Where death is more
than spiritual phase
Yet we remember, as if...
Things saved,
beyond the grave
When what is said to be
our connections
Jump beyond
our mind-body synapses
Finding traction in
A thirst we cannot quench
It seems… Or is it truly cast
spiritually in our dreams
In the gap between
our consciousness
A gift, perhaps
at times a curse
But what is worse
To live forever
And not pay a price,
worthy to such end
pretend to make amends
and die forever, without end
as fallen echoes
stop... recycling futures
Or die to get there first. Like…
All creatures of heaven and earth
Must compete against nature for survival
Just trying to stay alive
A full time job while
Freefalling through time …
landing intact within the shell
of what we call our minds
Vivid pain-lightning strikes
crash through time
locks pop, open in our presence.
Negative vibes, tear holes
in our consciousness,
no covers we can pull
over our heads this time
As a new reality, bleeds
through all imaginary feeds
cut through the shields
our mind-body constructs
which bind us to
a natural-supernatural connection
in effort to assemble
a last ditch stop our last protection,
damage control
for mind to soul interaction
emergency repairs…
beyond our minds
at last to exceed
our grasp
where all futures
are trapped by death
with no way out
no epitaph
having finally unwound
within our past
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