youtu.be/tjvaZ8ZeH4E WONDER Perish, or be righteous -- That we may skein over the heavens. A celestial hand of conception, Filled this ether-all of perception; With non-random colors, And wondrous seas of life, And hope, contained in finite promise. Within our hands, hope or remiss. In every fragment, defined - a reckoning to calm. We now pace against time, as against our worldly vice crime. Perchance… toward obscured machines of higher minds, Waiting… as we learn out of dangers, which portray us as blind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FURY A perpetual ‘Anger’ exists, Frozen in the fabric of darkness. It does not teach, and it does not care, It is an icy hand of despair. Confined in some way, Reaching out in sorrowful ‘Envy’, Gaze into the dark ‘Hate’, if you dare, But it is a cold sway… be aware. Wonder and Fury - hope against calamity, In a framework of reasoning, woven into our realities scope, By a faceless architect… with zeniths of love and sensitivity, Which only through trial, can we grow, and in far time… come to be. ~~by John Zen
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