Longer than love lingers in lives thoughts of death preoccupies. your brother, your friend, your mate, your mother, all might leave you with some kind of wonder at their lifelessness left behind; what spark was there? what chemical bind— moved them in living, through time, through space? what was it called? is there no trace?
—not found, not found just hollow and dust deep in the ground.
some of them say, “but you must have faith!” but faith still stands open to doubt; so longer than faith lingers in lives shadows of death, preoccupies. and poetry tells it, woos it with odes— in movies, in dreams, in all we compose… and leaves it all there after flesh leaves the bone, and our corpse is left grinning,
—not found. not found. just hollow and dust deep in the ground.
Love – the quest , the ‘curiousity’, begins in us early, for there’s always enough of a legacy, to entice, seduce and delight ‘posterity’ … Seeds of ‘romance,embrace and cajole’, Nurture within to become ‘full grown and whole’, Everyone in
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