SO ZOO ME
when games are done and waking hours are dead
and light by which we see ourselves is gone
do other lives transcend into another form
and into mother darkness do we come?
how travelled we, the hours from where to whence?
and difference, what circumstance combined
the knots, a blade? was severence a care?
and blacks and whites to gray are all destined?
but something moves. is ever there a will
with my own way consorting to an end"
ah, shrivles, dare i cheat to bring a clue
of death to life and so some plan amend?
aah, god, a man is useful to a god
when man with vision bred a savior sees.
each one am I? alone am i a man?
do gods, and men exist eternally
Copyright © david lines | Year Posted 2019
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