A Conditioned Response

it's always there waiting when you've forgotten
A unique horizon that holds the foretold
Shifting as the winds and tides
Seen through your fire light
You declare Independence amongst a crowd
Of countless floating drops of rain
Within a fog of lingering pain
And reduced down to the bare minimum
On those shores first observed tides
Began time
From one
Of what?
Something crushed
But resilient
Naturally leading down a spotty memory
A lingering ghost of a thought
It's been rolling along forever, maybe
Chipping and polishing its edges to accommodate
A vortex
Again
A pull towards the end, of this end
Where all things meet
An inevitable pause
To rewind
Once we’ve all met
And journeyed together
Until the world was too toxic
Because we were too close
So we became one, again
The great reflection
Cast off into nothing
So it may become something
That is all
Cast forward with the thrust of countless lives
Tales woven and walked upon
By hearts and minds
That were only too strong
They removed the horizon
Of a single grain
A microscopic crystal
On an endless and untouched landscape
Reach out towards the end
Not to greet it, but because you have no choice

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. you express your perspective brilliantly ... my favourite lines are ...

"A unique horizon that holds the foretold
Shifting as the winds and tides
Seen through your fire light
You declare Independence amongst a crowd
Of countless floating drops of rain
Within a fog of lingering pain"

. all i'll say is ... that contrary to popular belief ... enlightenment (and i mean it in a rational sense and not a religious sense) ... is a burden ... over time, it becomes easier to carry ... owing to sheer practice ...