So long, so long,
we sought to find a peace of mind
so tremulous it hides itself
within the cells of flesh that we abide.
Detrimental to our attitudes,
these moods of soul arise and dwell,
unquelled by thought of will to be
something other than our destiny.
While the paradox of life
defends itself against itself -
one extreme still seeking not to find
itself within this sense of opposition.
How strange, when our responsiveness
begins again a course of dire communication,
enflamed beyond our want or will,
just as desire builds itself anew.
Yet every step of human evolution
has led us to this point of no return,
and fires burn so deep and true
we simply canít deny the truth
of their existence.
Just then, the sense of all
enflames each cell into a path
of undeniable and heartfelt
For all that is, must speak
itself to be,
and the meaning of all history
applauds the feeling thus exposed;
where emotion held so long, so long
at last expounds itself in song
and sings itself into eternity . . .
? Michaelette ?
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