Black Holes In The Garden Of Eden
AmbientDiversion
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Before the arrival of guests
I stumble-grope though the dark and decay,
a constant reminder that
each day is a series of miracles we
have not earned,
an ocean of human accomplishment attempting to rewrite history
in the garden of Eden
In the time below
I have made melody
of the rift in the love of friends
and their parallel dreams
Intersecting lives now complicated
by vision of dirty hands into
the soil of a garden made real
by the survival of time
and hopes, today, for a
tomorrow that finally comes
The permanence of the stones above
give pause to the restless eternity I endure
My death was a mid life moment of sorrow
when my great love appeared
in ___ ____ __ _______ ___
who now
will sit with you in the tall grass
taking pictures in the rain?
Unanswered letters and the final record
manual clarity divested from the end
acute punctuation
on the perfection
of now
and the loose obedience to a higher self
The culmination of a lifetime harvesting clues about the creation of things
And the truth about black holes
Memories are dreams that other people witness…
I stumble-grope though the dark and decay,
a constant reminder that
each day is a series of miracles we
have not earned,
an ocean of human accomplishment attempting to rewrite history
in the garden of Eden
In the time below
I have made melody
of the rift in the love of friends
and their parallel dreams
Intersecting lives now complicated
by vision of dirty hands into
the soil of a garden made real
by the survival of time
and hopes, today, for a
tomorrow that finally comes
The permanence of the stones above
give pause to the restless eternity I endure
My death was a mid life moment of sorrow
when my great love appeared
in ___ ____ __ _______ ___
who now
will sit with you in the tall grass
taking pictures in the rain?
Unanswered letters and the final record
manual clarity divested from the end
acute punctuation
on the perfection
of now
and the loose obedience to a higher self
The culmination of a lifetime harvesting clues about the creation of things
And the truth about black holes
Memories are dreams that other people witness…
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"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Before the arrival of guests,
into the city of now and forever a ruin;
a constant reminder that
each day is a series of miracles we
have not earned;
an ocean of human accomplishment attempting to rewrite history
in the garden of Eden
In the time below
I have made melody
of the rift in the love of friends
and their parallel dreams.
Intersecting lives now complicated
by vision of dirty hands into
the soil of a garden made real
by the survival of time
and hopes,
today,
for a tomorrow that finally comes.
The permanence of the stones above
give pause to the restless eternity I endure
My death was a mid life moment of sorrow
when my great love appeared
and no matter how far the light in dark places go
I remain here.
Who will sit with you in the tall grass
taking pictures in the rain?
Unanswered letters and the final account.
Acute punctuation on the perfection of now
and the loose obedience to a higher self.
The culmination of a lifetime harvesting clues
about the creation of things
and the truth about black holes
Memories are dreams that other people witness…