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At Peace Within The Soul Of The World

Here, sleeping, at peace within the soul of the world
The abyss of closing lids forbids the clothing of the sun,
Here I am, a story begun in a new heaven blooming
As the moon in feminine virtue pursues the stars in their descent.
They’re dancing now, dancing for us as we are angels
Lost upon a material plain, lost within the labyrinth of our supposed sanity,
Fighting to slay the beast of vanity that clouds judgement out of time.

Deep vibrations are shaking this land to its core.
I can hear it, tearing soulful chunks from the foundations of the valley
The Earth mother is crying, dying at the hands of
Her children frenzied with fear of the unknown.
Acid rain showers are melting the faces of
Business men as they stare uncomprehending at the sky.
The rain gods are angered at the bellowing of toxins
Into their lungs. Vengeance is assured.
Hear now the rain begins as still
The Earth is shaking; the curtains are flying off the rails,
And each in their own world united begins to come to
Terms with the failings of heartfelt aspiration.
What madness it is to be here upon the shelf of indifference,
Understanding the love of our kindred spirit yet at
The same time understanding that we are as and one
The same as that all surrounds us upon his plain.
The Earth shakes, I shake, the Earth loves, and I love.
I am one with the soul of the universe and my heart
Is my ear to the understanding of truth beyond logic.

Three skins are there upon the path to green meadow wandering.
Saliva fluid liquid caress doth bind the skins in their attachment.
Two are there to remain, the third binding in its absence.
Tobacco from the earth is our elemental grounding, burned
By passion enflamed into the air to condense upon the windows pain.

Such love have I of all that may never love me back.
What pain it is at times to be lost within the poets world,
How many lonely nights by the fireplace curled with
Nothing but the whisperings of ancient muses in your ears.
Love have I of those private moments yet to spend the
Present ever thinking of the past is to do nothing but sink.

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