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Eppur si muove (and yet it moves)

When I was young my mind was to small too know the years to come,
and when I first experienced death the years to come fell strange,
yet now in this later year, I understand that death approaches as it always has…

to sleep heavy and awaken with a face for light,
another day death may take me,
another day be enamored the stars,
another day to compose a measure for meaning.

I’ve never considered myself an artist for the passion of words,
a damned honesty shapes page for page
of thoughts and visions not my own…

to have not remedied an inflamed heart for the souls meandering,
another verse lesser mine,
another title a vessel,
another beseeching the cure of humanity –

a malaise steward of devout men…

Know these words are transferential,
mouth to hand,
not my mouth and not my hand.

Peace and Love always.




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Peace & Love

the cure to many sorrows.

Prepare & Share the Message of Freedom through Positive-Peaceful-Activism.

definitely...

thanks for reading!

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