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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Even then though—you ask how! How can she not return the hatred! But we humans cannot think so beyond To even dare comprehend the mystery sentiments she possesses Surrounding her are twelve unattainable senses That we only know from a single mind’s imagination Like space she is enigma And she will wander there without any question Her senses are twelve sojourners that never tire Watching with melodious eyes Some see darkness and some see light And none are ever affected by the garish dark Or even the furious bright Only Time can tell What the multiple futures hold But she is patient and silent Speaking for all of our burning minds Anger often burns our sides For we do not want her silent comfort Her hints seer us and overbear us Were it be truth we would see it as deceit Were it deceit we would at last find her a flaw We want everything now And for that we suffer And she is confused by our abhorrence But she is intelligent, brave and belligerent And she cuts no slack She will give none back But in forwardness she is abundantly generous Feeding us futures of hope Her thanksgiving is art to those at death’s door Those that make it in the uncertainty of night’s long abode Some think her cruel to have them live on But she had no choice in the matter She is merely a vigilante And in that vision—a humble giver Time sees the rulers of this world And smiles as she sees them go May you not think her cruel to smile To think that she thinks us inferior For it isn’t so! Time is on our side But we are ever against her Ever against her 8/5/13 (note: This was meant to be one full poem, but I could not fit it on one page. Thank you kindly for reading)
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