Breathless Life

I wake from amongst the debris and ashes of lost words,

In a still world where raindrops fall horizontally forming lines,

Where lives have lived, laughed and touched the pulsing frontier,

Guardians with broken wings have been left behind by stampeding herds,

Chasing a future they have been deceived about but convinced by time,

Hoping that what they keep dear and sacred was actually real once here,

Souls reverie some told stories of scenes that made a single world turn,

For acceptance and practice make tales reveal untold sides,

That from far off breaks off  that which at times doth not appear,

From meanings that seem clear but void of anything sanctioned by lords,

From realms misunderstood by men and their claimed truth revealing finds,

The distance, uncared for memories that now seem un-sincere,

Linear perception seems at best the best of the obscenely observed,

Tantalising the nerves of the worst of mankind,

Labelled and disabled by the thirst of those who fear,

It is clear those who see cannot claim to have been here first,

Even when they find fault with those who have fought and died,

For the existence of a prescribed history that can with each idea thought appear,

From the system’s sheer dynamics the ringing bells are heard,

Loud distinct syllables of astute fortitude of the voices of those who have died,

For nothing but a cause that their unconscious thought unclear…


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