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And so we ride on the coat tails of this hint of knowing
We trust In the pain
truncated by our conviction
That boundaries can not contain
Real truth
Without the trust required
To steer the course into the unknown
And so we ride the train
Into the village of freedom
Toward the nucleus of time
Boundless, we ride on
We penetrate
The dream of possibility
With the prowess of the lion
We breathe time into life
And trust into tears
The smoke and mirrors
Of our tragic song
We play on
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You definitely go for the throat! The metaphors deliver visuals to express your message. You're a deep thinker. It's hard to make total sense of human experience, isn't it? "We trust In the pain truncated by our conviction". I've seen that so often. Maybe that's part of the comfort we get from having our own identity, no matter how imperfect. Powerful writing with an intensity and a rolling flow.
years perception turned in for minutes of deception. what wonderfully Malthusian insight, so close to home it strikes for anyone who's made mistakes, which is all of us, so very good job. great poem.
Excellent poem about "playing the game" of life. I especially like the section about riding the train of freedom toward the nucleus of time. Very well done!
;-) FC
