UnderstandingA Poem by PerditionWhat is it to be remarkable or to be Pathos To be a glaring sign in the shell of darkness When every illusion arrives unannounced
What is it to be angry or Poetic Poetic as the old man’s eyes Stirring in his fountain cup Peeling rinds and memories Looking back for a love That's in the coldness of the marbled ground But still saturate upon his lips What is it to be ennobled, Honored or upheld when We are all the extensions of God Take my hand and We'll walk these hills together and All that there is of everything Will be in the grip of this moment © 2017 PerditionReviews
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