Writen after an epiphony prompted by reactions.
Somewhat of a retorical invitation. |
Come to the shore side sir, to gaze! upon the fading morning haze, that blends the ocean and the sky in that endless melt of blue twilight. So let us lay down on the sand and twist the setting with our command, for wherever we are, or maybe aren’t; its all reality falling apart. And what we think we seem to see, merely hides infinity. For to realize this massive collapse, perhaps in a minuscule synapse; Would only stay at the back of the brain and never allow us to ascertain, because our mind works all in vain just to keep us thinking sane! So come to the shore side while we may! To puff upon a pipe and say, “I feel reverberating sounds! Coming from the shifting grounds!” And as the faces blur from sight, and tracers mark their fading light; look upon the fleeting doves and shout aloud to the vast above! “I am a part of everything, a blanket of continuous being!” The broken vows of limited perception gains my sight complete connection. And learning sorts of new beginnings, and knowing eternity’s never endings; Never again will I be bending, to the blindness the clouds are sending. |