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romance

Gazing at my life
From an obscure vantage point,
Where, it’s as if i see myself
As someone else
...
Might
...
Looking
Through the mists
With my only
Reference point
Entwined, with others
In an evolving state
Of converging views
Of reality...
On a course,
At best,
With indeterminate cues
Navigating by means
Lost in the wind
And time
...
Within my mind
A personal realm
Where i am tasked
To engineer
The clearest
Reception
If, not only
My perceptions
Of simple truths
And
The reflections
Of shadows
Of certainty and doubt
Raised
By all other
Potential
Entities,
Affected by
My course,
In choices
And
Perspectives
...
A sort of inertial guidance
Of future primitive
Design
...
Knowing
...
As if blind,
Answers
To questions,
Not yet asked
...
Still, found
At the periphery
Where imagination
Touches reality
...
Leaving myself
With an imprint
Of design
Which defies logic
...
Not, just
Without a plan
Each step
Written
...
Freehand
...
To wander,
Beyond the demand
Of the knowing
...
To venture
Into the known,
Inclined,
About the axis
Of all that’s central
To a universal stream
As it flows about us
Its position, uncharted
Yet, goes everywhere
We might ever
Dream to be

...
In the unknown
...
Focused, perhaps
On some far distant place
We cannot know
With these
Limited shells
Of energetic auras
Of which
We possess
But for a moment
Save, going to the well
Of souls somewhere
Beyond the reach
Of time
...
Perhaps
...
Within a star,

With
...the i
Dream
...
While others may
Watch and see us
Floundering
...
Holding
A portion of
The combination
Of events
Key...
To complete
The settings
Of this paradox
...
As we all do
In some manner
Offer suggestion,
By our position,
In the course
Of others
Of our kind
...
By
The nature
Of our presence
Emanate an aura
About ourselves,
With a gift, perhaps
Of intuitive interpretations
Or is it,
We are
Just
Manifestations
Of a will to be
...
Human
...
Carried through
A common ancestry
To this place
A reflection
Of ourselves
Written into
The faces
Of ones
Like us
...
Readings
Of a clock
...
Pulsations
Of energy
Expressed
By the heartbeats

...
Within these
Changing tides,
As we adrift,
Awhile
...
Following
It’s current
Sensing
Awareness
Besides our own
Whether, or not
In uses
Or
A supreme entity
...
We are
Clearly
Not
Alone
...
We have one another
...
Perhaps, following
An odd set
Of circumstances
Something we might call
Humanity
Allowed
Intelligence
To be a separate
View
...
For us
Human beings
To pursue
...
With
A preferential
Ceding
Of life's necessities,
Discerning
Needs from wants
Only when
It suits
Our present
Calling
All
While
...
Falling
Into
A
Deeper
Well
.
.
.
Where
We cling to
A portion of
A reality
Of ever changing
Planes of being
Continuously
In the process
…
Realigned
…
Almost
As if, half existing,
Completely
Between the lines

Of a world which becomes
Of what we make it
Of spiritual significance
By practical design,
Relativity
Of dimensions
Which cross paths?
In ways
Beyond insight
...
Seen
Through
This brief
Sojourn,
...
Of a continuum
Of lifetimes
...
Finding,
All too often
The particles of
What matters?
To us
...
Scattered
...
Our inheritance
Abandoned
In the lost ...and found
...a sense of order
Bound in promises
Of gradually evolving
Interventions, our intentions
All, but ...clear
And so…
As we, gather
In our collective mind
As if, rehearsed
And sign, to one another
As if, we were forbidden
By the supreme authority
To speak
On this matter
Of grave importance
To us, all...
Lost and confused...
Because, those of us not enslaved,
By the illusion
Are few and far between
And those
Who cannot perform?
By false pretense
Energies are spent
Having
Found their way
Anyway
...
Although,
Where there is no way
...
Our calculations,
Done
Concluding, we...
Are only skipping stones
Over the mass graves
And broken bones
Where those spoken words
Led us to war
…
About
The very same things,
We most lacked
...
And by,
Not questioning
The motives
Of those
We supposed
Best knew
The answers,
…only to find,
They too, lacked
Access to the underlying principles
(Knowing, just the facts)
They were not the directors
…
Only the dancers...

...
By whose authority
We
Of the many
Abused
Our duty
Alone
To gather, to choose
That we may
Understand,
This path

...
In the only means
Of thought
...
Imaginable,

To the ends for that
Which must be achieved

We must
Be led …to
Act

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