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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Mar 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.15.09.29.4200]] |
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In a quiet respite from reality, I vacationed in nostalgia, prophets at my side, They pointed out rough patches in our evolution, cautioned of a bumpier ride. Dissecting worlds as scientists on Friday night, I studied all with incisive eyes, Turning attention to rotation of consequences as they eliminated my surprise. Hear what life tells you, they said, pay attention to the legacies of ones past, It's the only significance of those who feet tread where they lay at their last. But one in an ocean of we, it's a meld of differences that fascinate my mind, Some are faster, some wiser, but we all learned lessons none expect to find. Soldiers of fortune, warriors of thought; they march onward in defiant stride, And as I see them form outside centers of influence I wink at collective pride. If I know an absolute it is nothing at all, perhaps but whispers of higher wise, But keep your senses open and you might be fortunate enough to pique skies. I'm not you nor they, only I; my pot runneth over, melting in curious details, Know you better than myself simply by relationship to how pretense prevails. I'm infinite in imagination, fertile by hope, and endless in my desire to learn, Components which comprise me doom my quest as a spirit onward to yearn. I'm the mud of my Mother and cherry of my brothers, quite the bouillabaisse, Join me for dinner if you wish; perhaps tasting delicacies at end of our chase. |