Sept. 29, 2015

Dear constants of life, we fail to thank you

You have been faithful since the genesis

Each morning your glory rises, so true

Beaming rays off your bounty. Exodus

the human mind of rationality.

Our poor souls feed off the elites spinning

Thoughts orbiting the realm. Divinity,

We are the death ears, the blind eyed mutes sinning

Is it our fault? Reproduction of lies

Manufacturing of hope, I find none

Angels of truth, masked, lord of the flies

Only the sciences of the orbiting sun

In its continuity, I find peace

Where the spinning of mind and soul will cease!