12 November 2012

That Which Has Yet To Be Imagined: The Collapse of the Real

We walk down the road and the streetlights pop
It feels like our glow is turning them off

The cycle of our spirit - its ebb and flow
Time speeds up to frenzied crescendo

Fear gives way to acceptance and faith
Realizing the soul is eternally safe

Able to see clearly - all that remains
No longer fooled by internal games

Our true future - impossible to guess
It has never once been imagined yet!

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