Pause
Continuity lacks meaning without break
Sometimes the winds blow uphill and other times down or perhaps even parallel
All,it all takes a pause
We work,then we rest
Whichever conditions allow
Nothing is ever absolute linear
the break of day beckons night to emerge
With it comes the purge of the day's
Anguish
And within it's darkness the calm of a placid context
The so cherished intercept of perpetual
Nature
We either lothe it or embrace it
Depends on our perception of existence
But the inevitable fact is that it's all a necessary glitch
A taste of what is to come for all
A glimpse of something better
Something that truly defines vanity
It is said,or it is believed
Peace is an awkward pause between wars
But it is what it is,peace
Perhaps death is a journey back to whence we came from
Or just another long pause between the now and the unknown that comes afterwards.
Poetry
by
Edward
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