Cosmology

by mookoo   Feb 2, 2006


Histories past define our future,
in the course of distant memory,
pulling at our flesh like vultures,
never again to set us free,

concepts of mental destination,
defining our unique individuality,
sent from one to another in relation,
setting a uniform mentality,

studies across another time and space,
reaching from our previous knowledge,
ripping us to another different place,
brought down from our high ridge,

as our bodies are made from earth,
so we shall one day return to,
ancestry to that burning in your hearth,
and that of the deep ocean blue,

take hold onto my hand, dear enemy,
tears streaming of burning salt,
you cry at the knee-deep debris,
ashes upon ashes, not your fault,

though life lost, it will find a way,
fate takes hold of your dignity,
as the tall prairie grasses sway,
take strength in new ability...

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