More Than This
In the landscape of life lingers always a disquieting whiff of melancholy, and it won't even abate in conditions approaching loosely remembered Elysium.
A hidden desire pining for life-more-than-life, a vine of recalcitrant fever rooted in the soul of man,the agent of his contention, that recognizes this world as the conditional and relative, mere the reflection on a mirror, the diminutive shadow to the plentiful of the sun...
The child slides from the dark of the womb to the out-of-the-maternal-body's light, through death we move on from the realm of transitoriness to the realm where withering and the blight are forgone in the denial of their echo.
We ascend to stars, name Sun and North Star our parents, and in agreement to their nature, we pour solace, hope and protecting affection to whom stays behind til their hour of the sleep chimes.
We lift their shades and in our guidance they walk up the palisade through which they shred fear of the volatile tempers of the Demiurg's world's way...
Once time and false limitations are abrogated,
one's soul is free...
A hidden desire pining for life-more-than-life, a vine of recalcitrant fever rooted in the soul of man,the agent of his contention, that recognizes this world as the conditional and relative, mere the reflection on a mirror, the diminutive shadow to the plentiful of the sun...
The child slides from the dark of the womb to the out-of-the-maternal-body's light, through death we move on from the realm of transitoriness to the realm where withering and the blight are forgone in the denial of their echo.
We ascend to stars, name Sun and North Star our parents, and in agreement to their nature, we pour solace, hope and protecting affection to whom stays behind til their hour of the sleep chimes.
We lift their shades and in our guidance they walk up the palisade through which they shred fear of the volatile tempers of the Demiurg's world's way...
Once time and false limitations are abrogated,
one's soul is free...
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Let each part of me kiss the land of my birth.
The world of Life can beat us with weariness and pain
But nothing diminishes the soul.