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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was not sleep's dream nor vision when I climb between the parted veil to know The knowledge that mortals do not ken The sweet world with joy so brightly aglow Then this is all it is, and all was meant to be A sudden flash of light upon the brain A fluid flock of fertile foresting in memory And this I shrank from in conjured pain. I should have known this coming death Was foretold in flashing end of stars Matter back to cosmic energy, a reset After all the inner turmoil and wars Out beyond the body bound by gravity Where matter with matter there deny My spirit's ancestry and right to eternity Time has no pulse by rotating this sky I find no linearity, nor ebb and flow, in Come and go, but a static wellness bracing Its universal instant, a vast total sharing In my omnipresent, immaterial belonging. And time what were you but a bubbled thing In the pool of being, a presence blind Thinking the wings bleating air is how I sing The deep anxiety we labelled as the mind. You never know freedom until you fly Out of the flesh and its fragile breathing Out of the body is next to love if I die The happiness of things perfect and unchanging. Then why this sudden weight again, this pull Against my freedom, this carnal clotting that clings To me, like burrs stuck fast to tangled wool I am to flesh drawn now, a bird with weary wings.
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