all the innocence of a lamb
shines through your visage
gracing all and one with a peace and naiveté
hard swept and fought by any seeking a balm
the next
the lip curls
in an understanding rife with intimacy
and an ancient glance,
one that speaks of hard decisions
lived through many an eon
death and life
the cycle personified,
peers out through an expression
gone dense with wisdom
now who is the real inhabitant
the master of this vessel?
to whom do I address my salutations?
do I stage my inquest for the ages?
can one who appears so unblemished....wait
revolution....in all things, an end thus a beginning
this element
in that equation
is THE root
of all experience as we paticipate
our bodies realize what nature takes for granted
so in the end pay heed to the immaculate
For they are wiser in their rhythms
then we are in our reason
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