Image glass of the lake
sudden giant orbed
spheric full moon
In the woomph of the wind
I spin a spheric tear
as i dro
pped myself
Wards one and two
Splattered end
oh to return to
those storm arms
that whispered
i will slow the tease
Revolving Earth knows
from ancient sense-sexual
life experience
That we,
global EarthTribe regenerators,
do simultaneously experience
seasons of summer north
and winter south,
That we do
already know
and financially appreciate
dualistic capitalism West
and nondualistic Both/And communalism
ancient indigenous East panentheism,
That we are
already bicameral
Either v Or deductive Left bipolar hemispheric
consciousness
and Both+And inductive Right dipolar spheric
sentience
That triangulation
of health care choices,
win+win
win v lose
lose-lose
has many love and healthy,
safe and wealthy,
therapeutically empowering
enlightened systemic voices.
Every now and then she glows like the sun
With a winsome sight and the spheric wish,
Like the Romeo’s wish, with her love they run,
The lovely features I have vowed to cherish.
Like beauty like sun through the pretty charm
The cologne I desire from her sunny shine;
The feelings I put to wax in my heart,
With the colour of her beauty so bright.
Spick and span the beauty like the waterfall
The skin a smooth-like edge, though far;
Even her object affront, the apple-John,
Her cherry red lips a touch for a wag.
It is thee I love not to path thy days,
Give back your love and never go away.
Every now and then she glows like the sun
With a winsome sight and the spheric wish,
Like the Romeo’s wish, with her love they run,
The lovely features I have vowed to cherish.
Like beauty like sun through the pretty charm
The cologne I desire from her sunny shine;
The feelings I put to wax in my heart,
With the colour of her beauty so bright.
Spick and span the beauty like the waterfall
The skin a smooth-like edge, though far;
Even her object affront, the apple-John,
Her cherry red lips a touch for a wag.
It is thee I love not to path thy days,
Give back your love and never go away.
I can feel that distant bond with spheric energy
that determines
my life proceed
that I follow
the currents
that stimulate significance
within my insignificant fragment
of the larger.
My senses
plugged into an endlessly pregnant womb
constantly conceiving new parallels
between dreams and realities
I grow with the pulse of purpose
That tutors my hungry soul.
A bottomless vessel of nerves
absorbing the globe
lapping the cream of sentience
and sipping static,
to slake the sixth
saturating it
with lessons learned.
I absorb the sacred substance
of limited time
A chance
to experience an eternity of emotion
and all the degrees between
the rapture at the highest peak of jubilation
and the rapture at the lowest
hollow of lament
because
to be human is to be spiritual.
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