it was if they had to keep believing in it
or it would not exist
as if they needed to keep feeding the flame
making it known
stoking the fire
would it not stand on its own
and pass the test of time
to remain eternal
as eternal as this fleeting lifetime could reason
how much resolve must they muster
to buoy their idyllic hopes
my must wrestled and dashed
by the reality of the days
as they stretched out before them
there was no certainty
as certain as they were in the moment
it was as certain as they wanted it
the future being what one makes it
my must mustered to stay constant
belief despite past failures
dispel these doubts
unattached to the outcome
i build a bridge beyond false hope
to reach the future present
as the words and dreams projected
always hold onto hope
and have faith in what you believe in
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
the clang of the dust mongrel
the clang of the dust mongrel
bangs inside my rib cage
suffices as evidence to my anxiety
drops to bottom in hara
content I should be in the
space in between
messages suspended in time
as it falls away, reaching toward
later in the day
as I get further and further
distraught; detached in my dissociation
feigned ersatz abandonment
impatient as a child
others are not like the one
do not occupy my mind
create not unease
i cannot control response time
i cannot control the sentiment
reason beyond all reason
eludes me
as in my mind i am evaded and pushed to the margins
my liminal body requiring agency
the need to be seen and reinforced
as if there was a question to the case in point
as if the reality of what is felt did not endure
assumed to be on the outskirts of mind
yet ornamented truthfully at the fore
decadent, defiant.
At the core.
Bright like the sun shines through darkness
the mongrel transmutes into a radiant light;
a beacon of well being.
it cannot cope without me within these borders
it sputters, fades
and dissolves.
bangs inside my rib cage
suffices as evidence to my anxiety
drops to bottom in hara
content I should be in the
space in between
messages suspended in time
as it falls away, reaching toward
later in the day
as I get further and further
distraught; detached in my dissociation
feigned ersatz abandonment
impatient as a child
others are not like the one
do not occupy my mind
create not unease
i cannot control response time
i cannot control the sentiment
reason beyond all reason
eludes me
as in my mind i am evaded and pushed to the margins
my liminal body requiring agency
the need to be seen and reinforced
as if there was a question to the case in point
as if the reality of what is felt did not endure
assumed to be on the outskirts of mind
yet ornamented truthfully at the fore
decadent, defiant.
At the core.
Bright like the sun shines through darkness
the mongrel transmutes into a radiant light;
a beacon of well being.
it cannot cope without me within these borders
it sputters, fades
and dissolves.
when the gods have no reason
Here the ridges are words,
And on the last day
Night became
Like water in the stillness.
We searched for meaning where there was none
and sufficed in the
Flesh form as only promise.
I sunk my covet
In the ground of an apparition,
Modeled on a man
Wealthy as a teacher,
Or treacherous arbitrator; my
Healthy ambition restless
And needing of an answer
Which would not save.
We control nothing and
In nothing we bring anchor
Against torpid reason.
But now is my kingdom.
I revisit my half traveled regret,
Availed of nothing.
What is enough?
Grand ambition, architect,
an irony composed as our life
Would become of truth.
Instead I slip inland
Looking for your mad mother
Or mine, or my father
In hollow halls
In the wood paneled rooms
Emblazoned with owls.
Now I guard against
the pursuit of the things of earth
Erstwhile magnified in the
Material of bodies
And closet the hearth,
A barren witness,
To the heart troubled
When the gods have no reason.
11/7/2010
And on the last day
Night became
Like water in the stillness.
We searched for meaning where there was none
and sufficed in the
Flesh form as only promise.
I sunk my covet
In the ground of an apparition,
Modeled on a man
Wealthy as a teacher,
Or treacherous arbitrator; my
Healthy ambition restless
And needing of an answer
Which would not save.
We control nothing and
In nothing we bring anchor
Against torpid reason.
But now is my kingdom.
I revisit my half traveled regret,
Availed of nothing.
What is enough?
Grand ambition, architect,
an irony composed as our life
Would become of truth.
Instead I slip inland
Looking for your mad mother
Or mine, or my father
In hollow halls
In the wood paneled rooms
Emblazoned with owls.
Now I guard against
the pursuit of the things of earth
Erstwhile magnified in the
Material of bodies
And closet the hearth,
A barren witness,
To the heart troubled
When the gods have no reason.
11/7/2010
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Good bye SF (9/15/2013)
From 9/15/2013
A time and a place transitions
And a new reality unfolds.
Taking with it my fire, my ire
To dwell in tranquil subsequence
No more a radical
No more the reckless wonder wandering, the way she wanders
Here I hang my red shoes and decadent heathen heavens
For a pursuit of greater merit
Of sacred filial relation
Returning wholeheartedly
To my wholeness, my descendent
To that from which I was separated as if my body itself was severed
And I mourned all this time
comforting and filling with Dionysian distraction
My experiences in this place could not be traded or recreated
and I love my conspirators and our elation
But now I leave it.
No more a pillar of salt
But of a defiant and determined marble and granite of
Winged Victory, Hera and Grace.
A time and a place transitions
And a new reality unfolds.
Taking with it my fire, my ire
To dwell in tranquil subsequence
No more a radical
No more the reckless wonder wandering, the way she wanders
Here I hang my red shoes and decadent heathen heavens
For a pursuit of greater merit
Of sacred filial relation
Returning wholeheartedly
To my wholeness, my descendent
To that from which I was separated as if my body itself was severed
And I mourned all this time
comforting and filling with Dionysian distraction
My experiences in this place could not be traded or recreated
and I love my conspirators and our elation
But now I leave it.
No more a pillar of salt
But of a defiant and determined marble and granite of
Winged Victory, Hera and Grace.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
a brief exposition on the eternal now
Stay in the present moment
and enjoy what is
because the future is illusory
and only a
thought
based on speculation and
conjecture,
And the past is only a memory
held in the present moment
and not a lasting or accurate representation
of what has come to pass.
"...the future is still not here and cannot become a part of experienced reality until it is present...
and to pursue the future is to pursue a constantly retreating phantom, and the faster you chase it, the faster it rushes ahead..."
In this way, the assumption of future happiness, though unreal,
will consist of abstract and artificial ideas such as
promises, hopes and assurances
of a projected possible, yet uncertain, probability.
But none of these thoughts are Reality
because they are not of the
Present Moment.
They are ideas, thoughts, predictions, etc.
based on the perception of a phantom.
For the memory of the past is not a valid basis
on which to judge the future
because the memory of the past is a
Present Moment thought that can be
warped and changed to suit the
artifice of the future.
It is foolish to want or desire
what is Not because the
disconnect causes discord
and disassociation from the
marvel and wonder
that exists in the Eternal Now.
Thusly, one must stay present in
what is Now and find joy in it NOW
because that is
the only Reality
that there is.
Quotation: http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2014/01/06/alan-watts-wisdom-of-insecurity-1/
and enjoy what is
because the future is illusory
and only a
thought
based on speculation and
conjecture,
And the past is only a memory
held in the present moment
and not a lasting or accurate representation
of what has come to pass.
"...the future is still not here and cannot become a part of experienced reality until it is present...
and to pursue the future is to pursue a constantly retreating phantom, and the faster you chase it, the faster it rushes ahead..."
In this way, the assumption of future happiness, though unreal,
will consist of abstract and artificial ideas such as
promises, hopes and assurances
of a projected possible, yet uncertain, probability.
But none of these thoughts are Reality
because they are not of the
Present Moment.
They are ideas, thoughts, predictions, etc.
based on the perception of a phantom.
For the memory of the past is not a valid basis
on which to judge the future
because the memory of the past is a
Present Moment thought that can be
warped and changed to suit the
artifice of the future.
It is foolish to want or desire
what is Not because the
disconnect causes discord
and disassociation from the
marvel and wonder
that exists in the Eternal Now.
Thusly, one must stay present in
what is Now and find joy in it NOW
because that is
the only Reality
that there is.
Quotation: http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2014/01/06/alan-watts-wisdom-of-insecurity-1/
the fictional transmigration of a figment supposition
Reading up on Hegel
and the aesthetic philosophy of beauty
She reaches to entreaty the gods of art
Those beings who suffuse
with words, emotionality
and the aesthetic philosophy of beauty
She reaches to entreaty the gods of art
Those beings who suffuse
with words, emotionality
And charge again a vessel,
Translator for a modicum of grace
And risk in exposure.
Melted, melded and emboldened
Subsumed by a love.
A crater found again,
And reopened a wound
where It was regarded before.
Time has a way and maintains their fealty
This time she affirmed if implored
Melted, melded and emboldened
Subsumed by a love.
A crater found again,
And reopened a wound
where It was regarded before.
Time has a way and maintains their fealty
This time she affirmed if implored
But that's just conjecture
Be this evocation of feeling
fleeting or unsubstantiated,
or lasting,
Still she is subsumed, moved through.
or lasting,
Still she is subsumed, moved through.
He welded by her light
She constant in her wanders
As earth after earth empties him
And he would sigh as skin pressed
And he would sigh wordless
Leaving cogent disquities
to the ephemeral passage
to the ephemeral passage
If they could just but meet in minds
a distant projection
of farmhouse in green fields
Let it be enough, this backdrop
known from a distance
as an apparition of sense
not far from a train
to take them there
and back again
living day in and out
resting and rising
bodies together
then apart
then together again
all the while
superimposed
both carried in tandem,
A living trust
in a theoretical universe
to take them there
and back again
living day in and out
resting and rising
bodies together
then apart
then together again
all the while
superimposed
both carried in tandem,
A living trust
in a theoretical universe
If they could just reconcile concordance
Presently either denying or desiring that which
rests at her foundation
the high calling of muliebrity
the high calling of muliebrity
manifested in fulfillment of nature
Relevant only in relation to another
Relevant only in relation to another
They will not trespass on that thought
She would battle her struck wonder
And he would sigh as skin pressed
And he would sigh wordless
Welded by the way he calms her
known from a distance
as an apparition of sense
And make due
She with him, without him here.
She with him, without him here.
JCA
pull of the minor key
I cannot stand the pull of a
minor key so early in the morning.
I can't stand the distant pull
or the stop skip of the playback.
My loves have switched places,
a comical transposition,
Discordant.
I do not want to say anything,
do anything
to change the suspended animation
of my belief.
It's too early in the morning
for flits and gaps.
One of a woman's comely attributes
is her naivete
and ability to turn a blind eye
and shine a false and brilliant smile
to that which she cannot see.
A man must want to give his trust,
leave nothing to the shadow,
nothing to turn from;
remain in constancy
and cross the distance
between miles and measures.
Give me the major key
in steady cadence
that unlocks all doors
and lights my eyes.
Or give me nothing.
I can sing my own song
solo,
in perfect pitch,
a cappella.
minor key so early in the morning.
I can't stand the distant pull
or the stop skip of the playback.
My loves have switched places,
a comical transposition,
Discordant.
I do not want to say anything,
do anything
to change the suspended animation
of my belief.
It's too early in the morning
for flits and gaps.
One of a woman's comely attributes
is her naivete
and ability to turn a blind eye
and shine a false and brilliant smile
to that which she cannot see.
A man must want to give his trust,
leave nothing to the shadow,
nothing to turn from;
remain in constancy
and cross the distance
between miles and measures.
Give me the major key
in steady cadence
that unlocks all doors
and lights my eyes.
Or give me nothing.
I can sing my own song
solo,
in perfect pitch,
a cappella.
Monday, February 17, 2014
blandiloquentulissimorum
mother resource
rebirthed in flesh blood body
her sons put her to work for their own good
so the lights wouldn't go out
and have all it fade again to the longest winter
since the last ice age
they learned to harness her energy
made her forget
harassed the interpreters
so she wouldn't self destruct
and bring it back to basics
so she wouldn't self destruct
and bring it back to basics
she was put in a holding state
gaia conscious matrices
she remembered so much of the roast this time
and went all the way back
to the beginning
to remember the names
and count up all her children
relatives and bare minerals
to remember the rainbow
idaho blue, tallahassee black,
connecticut yankee ivory, fern green
shiny sparkling pearly whites
and the darkest night of his polished boots
the one who tried to wipe the last ones out
she had all their names written in her book
every name of those in her original line
straight from the beginning
lamberghinos, and the longest last name longer than
arhostachrisicratian
In languages older than written word
she was not owing obligados, not anymore
all the names of the elements
in the periodic table in latin
that's a long list
mom knowing all her creations
the littlest ones electronic, zeroes and ones
the oldest woman since the beginning of time
had the longest nails, the longest hair
counting elephants in the sofa
giraffe necks in the wood in the stairwell
folding back her nethers
keeping out
the synthetics in the floor and in
nail polish remover
and in the slivers of guitar picks
every story from sylvia plath to alice in wonderland
lewis carroll remembered her name
as all the writers rewrote her story
because she had the perfect number of chromozones
and they remembered the parts of her story she forgot
she harmonized with the warmest wood in a humidor
round as a cello with the right
tone a perfect pitch A
in her resonant body.
the angels opened blinds in the conservatory
placed feathers and hand palms in the sky
with each changing color
others once in atlantis or egypt
seeing the light of day
the wind through the house
arranging the eco system
aligning the stars
and calling them back in
all the dead playing bridge in the house
the he's below doing their deviance
and their wives giving
it a different name, something more delicate
just playing a game of cards
not trading lives or lips or kisses
daylight again, alone in the house
walking back and forth canoeing
dark blue tahoe
and terra purple green
to keep our water clean
folding it back
hiding her password
blandishing the brights
calling in the light
the light is magic
harmonizing the highs
and diminishing the lows
holding the highest note for as long as possible
leaving them the longest,
her lily whites
she drums all night to keep the spirits away
she harmonized with the warmest wood in a humidor
round as a cello with the right
tone a perfect pitch A
in her resonant body.
the angels opened blinds in the conservatory
placed feathers and hand palms in the sky
with each changing color
others once in atlantis or egypt
seeing the light of day
the wind through the house
arranging the eco system
aligning the stars
and calling them back in
all the dead playing bridge in the house
the he's below doing their deviance
and their wives giving
it a different name, something more delicate
just playing a game of cards
not trading lives or lips or kisses
daylight again, alone in the house
walking back and forth canoeing
dark blue tahoe
and terra purple green
to keep our water clean
folding it back
hiding her password
blandishing the brights
calling in the light
the light is magic
harmonizing the highs
and diminishing the lows
holding the highest note for as long as possible
leaving them the longest,
her lily whites
she drums all night to keep the spirits away
a siren
calling out the chant the loudest
calling out the chant the loudest
so that all could hear would be made right
lucid illuminaries part two
what does it matter, father time,
if the furniture understand what the
parliamentary particles, most recently identified,
substrate of atoms and co-bonded valences signify
robots, all of them, I say
the dinos want their diamonds back
but mother nature forgot where she
put the binary
where she put the ingredients
in the kitchen
making time in the effort
every day forgetting to remember
what we forgot
but we remembered
to put God first
it was a first class house
a first class ticket
to the only show on the blockade
promenade our most established
slightly individuated
if the furniture understand what the
parliamentary particles, most recently identified,
substrate of atoms and co-bonded valences signify
robots, all of them, I say
the dinos want their diamonds back
but mother nature forgot where she
put the binary
where she put the ingredients
in the kitchen
making time in the effort
every day forgetting to remember
what we forgot
but we remembered
to put God first
it was a first class house
a first class ticket
to the only show on the blockade
promenade our most established
slightly individuated
honored individual
martini murmurer
melded and melting
vivating the venerated
clearing up the recently subtracted
and burnish the immediate point of light
targus
you are my light
I am my light
help me to remember
Christ's light and purpose
what is the mission as it was described
the first time
I don't want eternal life
I want the end
I want silence
I want peaceful sleep
martini murmurer
melded and melting
vivating the venerated
clearing up the recently subtracted
and burnish the immediate point of light
targus
you are my light
I am my light
help me to remember
Christ's light and purpose
what is the mission as it was described
the first time
I don't want eternal life
I want the end
I want silence
I want peaceful sleep
no more karma
no more renditions
10/20/2013
no more renditions
10/20/2013
lucid illuminaries part one
hold him to that
I do enough vibrational
damage control
in relation to interactions
by the minute
not to mention the practical
application of rudimentary
algebraic sustenance
and subtraction factoring the elements
roping the rhinos into existence
charming the elements
and doing the dishes
honey it's all on big ben
you tell me the way to san jose
oh I told you we'd get here
eventually
when I stopped echoing into
the stars in the hall
my rope music
placing each in its asteroid
each in itself
a thought bubble, my ancestors
how long ago we waited in these rooms
keep it classy
everyone keep a lid on
her sassy aunt sally and her
fantastic, say it with me everybody!
Cod-a
Code-ah
Coda
Koda, just another brother bear.
10/20/2013
I do enough vibrational
damage control
in relation to interactions
by the minute
not to mention the practical
application of rudimentary
algebraic sustenance
and subtraction factoring the elements
roping the rhinos into existence
charming the elements
and doing the dishes
honey it's all on big ben
you tell me the way to san jose
oh I told you we'd get here
eventually
when I stopped echoing into
the stars in the hall
my rope music
placing each in its asteroid
each in itself
a thought bubble, my ancestors
how long ago we waited in these rooms
keep it classy
everyone keep a lid on
her sassy aunt sally and her
fantastic, say it with me everybody!
Cod-a
Code-ah
Coda
Koda, just another brother bear.
10/20/2013
The Brahmin’s Daughters
The Brahmin’s daughters
on eve St. Agnes, turned round.
Selkie, kenning vision,
cinquain to crucible found
Dove worship and brother spent,
sent breach cast to Thetis sea bed.
In neither candle nor candomble
could they find the reach
of the real unveiled
to eclipse the encroachment of time.
Be they her lauded tense, be they
ship swift loose of mooring,
or gift of sweat lead.
She shared with her sisters
Dharma caste, ascetic arabesque
As they walked out of rooms
Keeping time in iliacs
Crestfallen to satisfy the
always-wanting-andic-wanting-nothing,
Demiurge dogwood finding light
in Sakti gnosis, stairwell to kether
and it was a full moon
for a week
on her skylight.
Her run, ephemeral
Wrangled in step
Slip to caress, in a
stare, elusive lucid
shell, to cull
to quell, a sigh pressed.
An object lesson, she
planes of points geodesic
Accidental gesture, caught
in zoetrope, how she deems to
dive situational sheath
not lost on illusion,
holding paragon in order of precedence,
Tranquility preceding necessity.
The sun came out even then
arising on face value and subsequence;
betting on vascular, odds against, on
the internal works of the earth.
The body is the air, the water and the surface
floats above
moment cadence
nape, gasp, writ to caress
would they be but a sigh pressed.
of things and such
of good cheer
they will run again.
lungs full of life,
feet firmly planted.
the ground a solid keeper
of all things true and pure.
loamy earth buoying them along,
running and channeling strength.
the lofted sky open, steward of all boundless hope.
and on it the breeze of grace swifting along,
carrying upon it the surety of goodness and faith.
the warming brilliance of the Sun
a beacon to all sojourners in pursuit of the light,
of health, of the right.
you travelers, fear not
the road will roll out before you,
the path made known.
your wholeness fortified by
focused purpose and manifested by intent.
all will reach that goal, their highest good
led by that flame within us that guides us on,
to that or to where which we may not know,
but will always carry us home.
they will run again.
lungs full of life,
feet firmly planted.
the ground a solid keeper
of all things true and pure.
loamy earth buoying them along,
running and channeling strength.
the lofted sky open, steward of all boundless hope.
and on it the breeze of grace swifting along,
carrying upon it the surety of goodness and faith.
the warming brilliance of the Sun
a beacon to all sojourners in pursuit of the light,
of health, of the right.
you travelers, fear not
the road will roll out before you,
the path made known.
your wholeness fortified by
focused purpose and manifested by intent.
all will reach that goal, their highest good
led by that flame within us that guides us on,
to that or to where which we may not know,
but will always carry us home.
syncretic caryatid
the caryatid swept through unexpectedly
re-entered a state, a portent fulcrum
it was never wednesday without her
the serpent swung around snug
the y axis
it was always that relation
x to y
and the intersection of such
be it individual or interpersonal
we could all see fit to be there
wrapped up in her mind much unlike
the way we left it
the links between her question marks
and their inklings would better
fill a room
but that’s all it was, filler
like philomen onesimus
they remembered
the story of their birth
in the one mind
their prison
their magic
their resurrection
forever to live as thought
what was the path of the sun
different this time or like the others
they being thoughts of the sun
as it had been in the beginning
they being the flares of the sun
would it be again in the end?
they had lost the way between fates
libertines of or captives to free will
collapsing wave functions
undetermined and determinant
contingent
in some realities
the caryatid is filled by spirit
moves without effort
in the grace of the flow
in the one harmony with all
she could keep this vibration
she could keep the sun spinning
in some realities
what is faulted is left
it pulls back but she is already
made of salt
one met of fire
to call the other catalysts,
come, tonight we drink
they gather in thought in bodies
codified in their constancy
melded of patterned thinking
reinforced by repetition
put forth, constantly put forth
in offering without knowing
its calls
in omega transcendent yet
to be thoughtless, to be faultless
free in nothing, where before the
light inhales, in the space
between breathes
where they want without need to live
facile
married to fission, beyond time
reconciling all to naught
E=ħω/2
2011
Sunday, February 16, 2014
There's a limit to your love
James Blake
There's a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There's a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love
There's a limit to your care
So carelessly there
Is it truth or dare?
There's a limit to your care
There's a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There's a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love
There's a limit to your care
So carelessly there
Is it truth or dare?
There's a limit to your care
So carelessly there
There's a limit to your care
There's a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There's a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Current and Past Streams of Consciousness
2003-2006 blog
http://peppersoap.diaryland.com/older.html
2009-2012 music
https://soundcloud.com/joyous1119/tracks
2007-2010
http://gaiasfragments.blogspot.com/
2010-2014
http://astraldope.blogspot.com/
http://peppersoap.diaryland.com/older.html
2009-2012 music
https://soundcloud.com/joyous1119/tracks
2007-2010
http://gaiasfragments.blogspot.com/
2010-2014
http://astraldope.blogspot.com/
Pull My Heart Away
this sort of fits but not really.
Pull My Heart Away - Jack Penate
I'm ripping your posters off the wall
I'm moving the boxes into the hall
I stop when I hear a drumbeat call
Must be a sign, it is time
I'm moving the boxes into the hall
I stop when I hear a drumbeat call
Must be a sign, it is time
I need to take myself away
From the pillowed hand on which I stand
And throw me out of the side of a plane
And I'll just see where I land
From the pillowed hand on which I stand
And throw me out of the side of a plane
And I'll just see where I land
I will have to pull my heart away
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
It's not like my feet are stuck to the floor
It's not like I'm wanting to know about the door
I want you to throw my shoes in the fire
And I'll watch the souls burn on the funeral pyre
It's not like I'm wanting to know about the door
I want you to throw my shoes in the fire
And I'll watch the souls burn on the funeral pyre
And I'm over and it will change my position
And I'll know that nobody, nobody's listening
And that's easy for me and it's better for the soul
And it's better for you and it's better for all
And I'll know that nobody, nobody's listening
And that's easy for me and it's better for the soul
And it's better for you and it's better for all
I will have to pull my heart away
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
I will have to pull my heart away
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
I will have to pull my heart away
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
I'm over with words, I'm moving in lines
And all that I put is jump up inside, jump off the side
And all that I put is jump up inside, jump off the side
I will have to pull my heart away
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
I will have to pull my heart away
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
I will have to pull my heart away
'Cause if I never leave I'll ruin yesterday
I will have to pull my heart away
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Like a star
Like a star I walk
Unsettled and striking
And wait weightless
For something to catch me
Alight to the sky
Distant and flickering
Somewhat fading
As time is constant
I draw closer
Fervent ardor
Relentless and seeking
Release in an embodied
Eternal reflection
Evolving spark
Mirror my light
Keep our nights hidden
Secure and lasting
In a corner of sacred
Meet the day
With renewed graces
Hands holding soundness
A diurnal transcendence
Vital bodies witness
The passage of sunsets
The graduation of eras
And wizen together
Celestial denizen
No longer errant
Always returning
A lassoed star
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