Death and birth meet at the skyline.
A thin divide pressed together like,
lips whispering a secret
impossible to define.
Colors and waves abort all the mundane.
A furious fire bursting from not like,
stars collapsing to novae
impossible to constrain .
And
Under this bloodstained canvas,
which somehow can encompass
all the thoughts I entertain,
Nature has reminded me
that truth, and peace, and equality
Man will one day rise and obtain.
Until that awaited transformation,
a glorious aberration
to render all souls sublime,
Nature like we all must be
our form and function in harmony
and desires silenced like a mime.
But
Time and spin quell the sky’s refrain.
A violent death of the spirit like,
devils prisoning a jesus,
impossible to unchain.
Hope and dream fade like the sunshine.
A stupid belief meeting reality like,
childs believing in Santa.
Impossible too impossible.
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