Transitory Seasons

Vexed on the perplexing mass,
clinging to the thin ice,
and sliding sideways
to under-ways;
beating hearts
stilling to cold stone-rhythms.

Yet all is not lost,
Sol still shines,
through the artifice,
and always will;
'til the fiery glow come,
and wounds are no more.

Transitive transitions
to metro-tunnels of opinionated movements,
only hold sway for transitory seasons;
and the paladins of singularity
go forth with unseen actions,
to resist the dilapidation;
hammering dented personality
until contours
become smoother than before.

Parable in paradox,
yet puzzles dream us
further into clearer authenticity.
Sensible vibration
reaches with practical tendrils
to pry open locked fingers,
letting weapons to the floor.

Words
inaudible and numerous
flow over Terran rivers of population;
the source of the aquifer
cultivating resonance.

Quintessential humanity binds us
to recognize each other,
and consider further,
sharpened ingenuity.







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