Midnight Dream
Moon shines with its eerie silver blue light
To the soul it is a delight
Day is matter shadow is night
Wolf and witches’ cat howl at the night
Rods of light cold fusion know
Through them theory of everything its visage will show
Time is like wind that with seasons will blow
But there is more to soul which will grow like spring flowers from beneath the snow
The orb of power laws of science can create
It is not subordinate of fate
But similar orb can to higher gear shift philosophy in a later date
And to see what in soul grows from that seed one needs to just wait
Philosophy
Destiny
Are subordinate to their own definitions not continuity
Both in abyss of most abstract flow free
This is the nature of poetry
This is why poetry
Is poetry
Even if math is also abstract separated from any number philosophy can be
The orb can shift philosophy foundation of very thought to higher gear
The power of that is clear
If one applies numbers to it its visage can inspire awe even fear
But it is different plane of existence this orb will make appear
Omnipotence
Needs philosophical wisdom to achieve brilliance
To be perfect from low to high and gain acceptance
To do what is wise and just, yet be true to oneself in every philosophical instance
True holy grail of philosophy
Does not need continuity
It does not need to be build on continuity
Hopefully finding its key is in mankind’s destiny
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2015
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