Something Along Those Lines

Something Along Those Lines elegy

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The human? That is not a question mark,
but purely a contemplative issue.
Dilemma, bridge connecting light from dark.
And timelessness, cocooned in timely tissue.

Recumbent on duality of mind,
pulled multiple directions by his cares,
the human, guilty, slumbers deep inside
of us; awakening – still deeper, buried.

He stretches, just to separate the lines
between perceived/imagined and invisible,
admitting not the error of his eyes,
suspecting dimly they are in existence.

The pillar to support each earthquake’s cheek,
in surface steady apathy revealing;
in height he will attain his greatest peak –
but only if, and only when, he’s kneeling.

And just the vanity in him will sprout
when upward he is solemnly protruding…

The Human?! Sacred creature, not a doubt –
but every step he leaves behind disproves it.

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I am bulgarian, born in 1982. I have three published paper books in Bulgarian language. The last was named "Sedimentation of Nature". My English is poor, but I'm learning. I'm trying to translate some of my works. :)
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