fourth calamity

in each moment
there is a benefit
to be felt
by these damaged senses
so obscured

touching
the painted body
of youthful wisdom
my mind wanders in the fields

fresh toes
between
breathing strands of green
surprising feelings of eternity
wondrous dreams
so clean


they float
crystallized fossils
underneath
a sea of toxic waste

what is the end?
just another part of time
just another thought
creeping by

every moment
a temple of purity
a wonderful gem
is staring straight at us
from behind

true peace
no laws
together



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