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survival... the constant battle
a spiritual tone of consciousness
generated beyond thinking
an awareness not quite honed
still, there... somewhere
to proclaim this tenuous grasp of existence
trying repeatedly to ascend...
to our natural home
a resting place
to launch our next step
into any open space
with promise
keeping pace with our imagination
crossing desert lands
hardening our resolve to get us there
thrones calling for emperors
as signals of individuals
are simultaneously being erased
to the right and left of us
as we struggle , keeping pace
even as we drop down
newly born into this storm
pre-programmed
to be led... until
we learn the code to rise
from the sacred wombs
of our motherships
ready with our pixel
to be placed onto the mosaic
of who we are
as members of
yet another wave of an invasion
colonization of this world
to build or to destroy as we identify good or evil
we fall into the ready-made molds
or gain control master our minds, bend time
make space, to blend ideas
decisions made or unmade
circumstantial calculus
essentially a path taken by chance
as we hear the call of destiny...
our chain unspoken come to be our new reality
broken links, mystical/magical undercurrents
impossibly made whole...
as our ever-changing roles
plays across diverse dimensions
each motion a renewal of a mortality
which stretches beyond our imaginations
divided not by suggestion
but by our understanding
even our ideas,
factors in the equation
of myths, which arise
as we look to new horizons
in the guise of demanding understanding
from unseen forces
God, with keys
to the gates of eternity
blind-sight
unknown dreams...
yet to be captured
within our mindsight
perhaps to be revealed
by fragments of a puzzle
a level-up to sift and reassemble
within our sleeping minds
seeking what truths
elusive, even to the wise
surprised by unwritten proof
some captured
only in the glyphs
of ancient civilizations
secrets buried in the ashes
of fallen nations
inscribed by invisible voices
choices made by those
unaware of the logic
and/or strategic consequences
while simply motivated by
finding fragments
as we become
scavengers
creating symbols to represent
a greater understanding
assembled means to supplement
the passing of our genes
gathered singly or
shared between others
chosen, inadvertently,
at times
as we seek common-grounds
in attempt to finding ways
to avoid grave circumstances
when our only chances were...
to live on or sacrifice
by principles open-ending
in the survivors existence
to try to remember
why we are ...Here
values/principles
in a constant struggle to survive
the ugly people
we all can be/are sometimes
imbued with evil-strength and ties
to the demonic forces
within us all
those resistant
to the call of ages
We the people
celebrate through dances
knowing all too well
our wedding dance with death
awaits us...
our only chance to elude/evade
were stories of ancestral visions
wherein our souls surrender
was to be met
by our departed next of kin
Should we prove worthy to be continued
Our progeny would give us
a right to be continued,
a proverbial second wind
materialized, in signs we read...
or stumble toward blindly
as we learn/are led to recognize
we are just remnants of a carrier wave
send/or realized once we knew
that we were already here...
an unsent prayer arriving,
felt an unforgiving world
close in from all directions
and those whose souls were with us
kept leaving us...
alone
a constant reminder
to just how vulnerable we are
as we continue to evaluate our sense
of wholeness
at best a moment in reflection
seeking whatever protection
our minds could provide
a loose assembly made and unmade
in effort to provide
what semblance of peace
we could gather with allies
as we bear witness
to changing alliances
learning to use what tools
even taming violence
an ancient weapon,
violence
balancing our need to preserve
our sense of identity
through real or imagined
trouble...
gaining, losing space
the battlegrounds of eternity
like tumbleweeds
crossing astral planes
answering the question
posed by the spirit-wind
within
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