In the Verb of Centuries
In the Verb of Centuries
The rousing streams of life incite the riddle
the running path has closeted a breaking surface of sublime enchanting
what clues this sphere of chaos may contrive to contain
the finger of God
and such elemental forces in secret would endeavour to explain
Scintillating disc of love scattered so in the Elysium
the desert sands of your dunes of time utter such questions
to what end have you embarked on this route of joy and pain
what love encompasses natures apparent indifference to this single grain
spinning here in space
The ark of your breast is the assurance brought forth from light
this shadow cast in the annals of time
is of ape
in hope and toil entwined
is mankind’s question uttered perpetually
The tissue of perception folds into the conceptions of reason
yet our formation is stone and our birth in dust
is a knowledge of granite and a slow reverie that is fluent
awareness bestows the gift of the infinite
inspires us beyond the frontiers
How long now the garden left untended
too long we prey and pray
we are lonely children to bored with ourselves to play
The waking streams of life have breathed their mysteries of beginning
what clues this sphere of bright green blue may contrive to embody
it has already given up to our enlightening
they equal only mans endeavour of discovering
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