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On The Stalk
Posted by The Persistant Observer
on
9:07 AM
As I lay and ponder fates immortal goals of action,
my place seems individualized
by personality and triumphant persistance.
Roses don't bloom by coincidence,
Their pedals specialized perfection,
And their aroma, a raptus intoxication.
Suddenly light becomes of a precise tool
Piercing through layers, incontinent to limits
Its love is tough
Oh me, you inquire
Im a novel that has no plot,
An impervious fortitude with a clay soul
Don't fret for these, my comrade
For nothing can explain the origin
Simply put, unique
Sagaciously knowledgeable and quick witted,
Its a form that can't be imitated
A technicolor sky.
As mother, brother, and sister Earth look up and excogitate their place,
I am calm, warm, nourished, and
Understood by my neighbors
Who too live
In a pod
my place seems individualized
by personality and triumphant persistance.
Roses don't bloom by coincidence,
Their pedals specialized perfection,
And their aroma, a raptus intoxication.
Suddenly light becomes of a precise tool
Piercing through layers, incontinent to limits
Its love is tough
Oh me, you inquire
Im a novel that has no plot,
An impervious fortitude with a clay soul
Don't fret for these, my comrade
For nothing can explain the origin
Simply put, unique
Sagaciously knowledgeable and quick witted,
Its a form that can't be imitated
A technicolor sky.
As mother, brother, and sister Earth look up and excogitate their place,
I am calm, warm, nourished, and
Understood by my neighbors
Who too live
In a pod
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