If the heart and the mind
Were in a conjoined state,
Substance's core
Would radiantly wait
And propel forward
As a furnace and hearth,
Time in motion
Sustaining the earth
Giving life breathe,
Pushing winds and seas,
Fish begin to crawl
Then soar above the trees
But what is at core
To the world we are in?
Is it nature or society?
Or the relevance of kin?
Things we might cherish
Or revel on their own
From an unknown pending
Do we wait to be shown?
A clue if you take
What then do you make?
A promise is happening
As if lead by fate
Brightly awaken
To the grim suspense
Haunted doorways
Engrossing silence
Was that a bang?
A whimper?
Caught off guard
How can it be bleak
Seeing so many stars
Cold counting clock
We revel in soul
Around a current
The fusion has stole
Creeping by
It takes you away
Life is pure theft
Until you break the day
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