The True PurposeA Poem by SolaMy dear, Isn’t this world enthralling? Every moment a chance to devise the improbable, Complete the impossible, And take note that you needn’t bother moving a muscle And you are still in the truly astonishing performance of existing. Why should we be silent? Why should we be still? Don’t you love it when the shards of fractured moonlight impale your sheets at a dark and dusky hour? Do you not see the wonder in the simplicity of the angle that the sun dares to alight upon the early morning dew, And how in light of this something born of water is now something so untouchably ablaze with the glow of a star unimaginably far from our little blue green mass we call home? Aren’t you amazed, astonished and baffled as I am? To know that with the first few sparks of knowing itself a bird of not much knowledge may pump its appendages and take to a dimension man has never truly been able to embark upon by simply using will of flight without the assistance of some artificial appliance? Oh how splendid it is to have more inquisitions than answers! My darling, you are no doubt wondering why this odd piece of my creation has been so sloppily pasted to out fridge. I have finished the cold pizza you wanted for breakfast. I am sorry. It was wonderful, a magnificent symphony of cheese and pesto. Outlined with a simple cacophony of grilled chicken Truly splendid. And now that you have read through this piece in its entirety, I have hidden myself at the neighbors. Again. So that you may not yell at me for devouring the purpose of your morning, Dear, The pizza, Was splendid. © 2012 SolaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSolaGrand Rapids , MIAboutI feel as though.... I need to write this well, as though it ought to be some excellent representation of how I define myself. But there is also the haunting inclination that perhaps the best person t.. more..Writing
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