Though I age with bodys' warp
Malfeasance in its' ancient walk,
Yeah, though I sag to feel those pains
A spark within this conciousness remains...
Within a fizzing psych, enthrals...
Where birth and death's transition calls...
As I exult with joyous shout
Now having gleaned what it's about...
This BEING...with its' lemon tang
This laughter...as the blackbird sang
Beneath a magic sky of blue
My incandescence glows for you.
M.
16 June 2016
(For darling Janet)
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Though I age with bodys' warp
Malfeasance in its' ancient walk,
Yeah, though I sag to feel those pains
A spark within this conciousness remains...
Within a fizzing psych, enthrals...
Where birth and death's transition calls...
As I exult with joyous shout
Now having gleaned what it's about...
This BEING...with its' lemon tang
This laughter...as the blackbird sang
Beneath a magic sky of blue
My incandescence glows for you.
M.
16 June 2016
(For darling Janet)
A magnificent moment of renaissance
as this old man read the gentle words of Polar's
poem...."FALL"
M.
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