As it is in the flesh and bones
of every man and woman
and child
and the name and blood
of every god
as it is within every heart beat
of every dream
the sting and weight
and beauty of life
is the essence that makes
all things mortal
nothing is eternal
as even forevers
have their end
and as we breath
and die
and dream
from one existence
into another
we lose and find ourselves
in and out of time
and as we sleepwalk through
the skull of death
and the womb of life
we catch a glimpse of that
which lives within
and outside of all
that which defies time and decay
and in an unending song
and single thread
we see everything
is connected
by love
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
As it is in the flesh and bones
of every man and woman
and child
and the name and blood
of every god
as it is within every heart beat
of every dream
the sting and weight
and beauty of life
is the essence that makes
all things mortal
nothing is eternal
as even forevers
have their end
and as we breath
and die
and dream
from one existence
into another
we lose and find ourselves
in and out of time
and as we sleepwalk through
the skull of death
and the womb of life
we catch a glimpse of that
which lives within
and outside of all
that which defies time and decay
and in an unending song
and single thread
we see everything
is connected
by love
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