Fractures
Time is just fractures in space
That loops
Around the bend of eternity,
Holding the world in a tight grip of
Structure, that takes away the natural
Order... So we stay in the grind of
Imaginary confinements,
Dragging chains, fueling the bondage
Of generations that have lost their way
Feeding the belly of the beast
Till it's all consuming...
So time steals souls and feeds the
Deception that keeps us
Blind and deaf to the present moment.
Copyright © Alethea Coulston | Year Posted 2020
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