…a tiny piece of my soul’s mind …

world

And so i thought i’d finally relent to those asking for a peek into the collection.  This piece was written around 15 years ago, but it’s still one of my faves!

So, here we go…a tiiiiiiny piece of my soul’s mind…

 

265.  World…

 

World – illusion of Great Grandeur

Hostess to minds of utmost opulence

World, a platform, herself ailing

Distress of deepest quandary

Scuffles, shifts, complacence … even the stoic

Hostess…her guests in warmth smothered

…slowly…shedding…themselves of goodness left to salvage

Scarce to lay claim to deeds done by self

Ignorance, a playground of the guilty

Innocent, meanwhile strive to endure

Life itself – an endurance

One single…solitary…strand of hope…

…just one…

…one…

 

World is safe unto herself and

Her sons of prodigious perfection…

Her children of prodigal proportion…

Her lifetime spent to protect the very reality

Threatening the sustenance of her offspring

Challenging every whim of pure confusion

World – illusion of Great Grandeur

Hostess to minds of utmost opulence

 

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