Reeling in the living art, unbeckoning
the hand, pen, weaving paths of study,
words, into lines, betwixt which the poetic
tapestry's music is detailed by life's loom,
flowing within it's own rhythms, rhymes,
Metered within eternity's, space's time,
with echoing silences define, an ear will hear,
a birthplace is divined, a twig of poetree to be,
becomes in chrysalis, being, you, evoking
from a Cosmos evolving, we, One, Thee.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
Reeling in the living art, unbeckoning
the hand, pen, weaving paths of study,
words, into lines, betwixt which the poetic
tapestry's music is detailed by life's loom,
flowing within it's own rhythms, rhymes,
Metered within eternity's, space's time,
with echoing silences define, an ear will hear,
a birthplace is divined, a twig of poetree to be,
becomes in chrysalis, being, you, evoking
from a Cosmos evolving, we, One, Thee.
English is like a machine language, 0's and 1's, compared to Chinese; which is why it was so easy for exigency to replace humanity in the united **** of assassins- illusional, delusional constructs are built into the language :) reality
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