Unstructured, loose, yet still
Living, breathing atrophy.
Seeking union, still divided.
Seeking source, yet left unguided.
Delinquent hope left undefined;
Unsculptured wad of clay divine.
One too many, watch the show:
All the stars are falling down.
Light ablaze within the sky.
Never meant to wonder why.
The answers of the past have failed.
We live, yet still a veil divides us all.
Misty images arise within
Sometimes sunlit skies of mind.
Opposition come to meet extremity.
Surprisingly, a feel of glee arises.
One and then the other reaching
Discovering a compliment that seems
To overcome that great division.
Rainbow bridge, now reaching into us.
Surely, we must come to trust
The beauty of creation yet again.
Golden sands and ochre of the earth
Expand into another living color.
Discovering the feeling of
Living still within the rule of distant
Time and space and age-old being.
Regenerating hope of love fulfilled.
Unstructured, loose, just
A living, breathing symphony.
Composing every altering.
Singing itself through eternity...
? Michaelette ?
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