Serenity sounds a horn of plenty.
Circles of ambiguity serenades us all.
I am written in memeory,
even while still alive.
can you forsake me, in my moment.

No substitute for the coming of ages
no remorse for times long past.
A yearning for life unfolding,
now and never more.
Can I believe.

Touch is so important
when lives reach a boiling point.
Temperature gauged in lonliess
no rapor for the souls left naked.
I am truth, unwritten.

I search amongst the dead of heart
lifting each body,
listening for breath.
The glowing warmth of the body, some movement.
Where is your humility?
Can I change this time?

There will be an unforgiveness
an ending to the insanity that prolongs
our engagement to this universe.
I am timeless yet am chained to the clock.
I am home, visit me not,
for I will keep you here forever.

The journey is ending
our karma connected to the very beginning
in which it had all began
Time that is and time again
Time that will never be.

Hope is....
a morality, mortality
shhhhh,
can your hear it.
Say no more, but answer the question.
I will tell you the answer.

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