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Fruition
Startle the black green sacrificial;
raven oversees the helpless~blessings remain in eyes of beholder,
freedom in viewing the intrepid race through weathered, millennial eyes.
Human fruition~such frailty in the psyche of the nervous system,
long parched trees,
parchment of souls as mirrors in cracked deserts.
Mind separates ego from self~illusory, for humanity is neither division from self nor other.
Look beyond the veil of saturated experiences; it is a crafted fallacy, one which we believe is a veil of soft edges.
Enchanted by the willow’s pride,
you stand with the ferocious while I tremble, forests hear me albeit,
whispering “hear me,” in the frost of non-attainment.
Dissolve into burdened Earth,
ground, accept your trembling hands, despondent heart,
once yours, simply warm decadence now.
The sky~where my faith lies within is the black rosary,
is the vast illusion to the naked,
yet, you are on the inside already, within, citrus climbs the peaks of your being; Sainai, your intrepidation.
