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The air feeds fire that burns from wood;
The earth yields wood that water grows;
The fire now sires steam from cold moods;
The water fields strength as fire shows!


Such is the ring that goes and comes;
Four elements or five with wood;
Nature now sings in timely sum;
Sure elements that fling all good.


Start at the edge and cover grounds;
See movement still in churn of waves;
Over the ledge as lost is found;
Time hurls goodwill in fool and knave.


The genius knows the way to go;
Feel thoughts that surge in hiatus here;
Ideas now glow with ebb and flow;
An intense urge to craft new spheres.


Round and round dear, world in mad swirl;
No time to stop lest we all fall down;
Fling faith and fear to greet each whirl;
Each soon must drop like fallen clowns.


The rush of will but there it seems,
A gentle pulse as stillness holds
The primal feel in a sure dream;
Falling impulse as things unfold.


Time after time in sequence hurls;
Yet time scatters in many waves;
Reason fails rhyme and time now swirls
Beyond mere matter to crash not save.


The moments meet beyond forfeit
In change and chance yet true to soul;
Bold surge to greet the incomplete,
Strange range that dance to know the whole.


The moment's loss within the gloom
Of broken lines where rhyme fails rhyme;
Where dust flings floss in empty room
And moisture brines time beyond time.


Go beyond things as matter minds
The deep deep dark where no light goes;
And yet this fling and plunge in kind
Is just that spark to know fond flow.


Space and time here a mere construct
Of a motif once eternal;
In surreal peer, in sure destruct
For time's a thief that kills mortal.


Leon Enriquez
07 Apr 2014
Singapore

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