Cut the chain,
Don't draw the line-
Originality is maimed,
When we run our lives.
Seal the box,
And see it delivered-
Sign it for cause,
Of walls being shifted.
Another apart,
Can shade what you've misted-
Giving reality a start,
In the realm of Existance.
Not depleted from harm;
Blind-denied it's true mission,
But rather beats of a heart-
Together, commingling vision.
Tracing the networks for stars,
Birthing worlds once omitted-
Traversing vascularly, the near unto far-
Unreversed-maintaining wrought distance.
Eternal we are-
Yet here for an instant.
Don't take the body i'd carve-
And claim it-to be you, as by you it's bidden.
Detach from all arms-
That grant you sought riches,
They form-cast, many bars-
Designing self imposed prisons...
Never be done, lest we depart-
Towards your end-begun on our finishing.
You're holding, the race alarm gun-
With a blast set to difference-
Yet all your runners,
Blessedly, reflect thine pressed image-
All the same;clefts of remitted illusion
But the best we could do, having been-of you, sifted.
Left to chew, on past ly surveyed wisdom,
A tree of truth obligingly cut, for you-utterly smitten;
Though improperly stitched-into cucumber pickles.
Ride another lap, and be forgiven-
Else retribution to come-
To those that have seen no beginning...
