Feral Cats and Gods
We've got a short time to make it to the top.
To climb the neck bones of our elusive God.
A short time to scribe, knead, travel, paint.
Crash land into a true soul mate.
Elevate to the next consciousness.
Build your own rose petal nest.
Life is a fiery sprint,
a taste of earth, a splash of mint.
Where's the synergy of heart + soul?
The silver sheen of youthful shoals.
The antidote for hopelessness
The patch over the sinkhole of the mind.
The neck bone staircase has vanished into the clouds.
We've a short time to unstitch the light from the shroud.
To leave something profound, everlasting, behind.
Something more than selfies and a jar of forgotten ashes.
Such a short time to escape from the stall
The dream is swifter than the dreamer after all.
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