Leave the Note Upon the Limb of the Oldest Tree
LEAVE the note upon the limb
of the oldest tree & cry for me
A sense of urgency
& if you sense fire my Love
Oxygen removed from the
hungriest brains are so biblical
Spreading my arms wide
apart to separate the water
from the lands so you can
walk toward me. Desolation
of thoughts mostly by
the lonely and victory held
as history for the thickest
hearts and i'm still here
until the End. Until the End.
Where every point intersects
all points of our Universe.
Matrix mathematics is
clearly closest to our Souls.
And three cheers for tyranny
while the rest of the world
marks their future moment.
:: 12-31-2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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