bound to flesh in great expression.
Soul rebounding, here and there,
in lightning flashes all too oft' ignored.
Searching for a realm where ever
lived within the more. Repulsed by
feelings grown too full. Reaching past
the point of moon and stars into
the black holes of the galaxies.
Beyond they knew not what.
Passing far beyond a will or want.
Suffocating life in mortal form.
Ignoring the significance of touch
that lived within and yet beyond
the flesh they were. Composed
for battle, flourishing a lure.
Oh, foolish little people, can't
you hear the growth of whispers
that are shouting out for your
expressed attention...? Those
sirens blowing down the walls
once built of all your fear.
Dissipating through the years
when thought conceived that time
must be the essence of all life.
Achieving no more than another
theme of a diseased intelligence.
While still, the spirit, bound to flesh
in great emotion, guards the entrance
to the crypt of lasting happiness...
? Michaelette ?
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