Poem -

Live On

Live On

to be a chip of paint from a piece of glass
stumbling towards the ecstasy of the intensity of the light that is unshamingly and sadistically beaming....there
not worn down by the past
nor sprinting chin-up to the future
but glistening and embodying the glory that is the present
what is time, really?
is it but a tool of manipulation that misleads us into believing in mortality
or a mere point of reference that dictates when and where we should be
to live beyond what we see is to believe in the existence of forever and beyond the horizon
life lives on in a spiritual sense even after the physical no longer remains

 

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