a parallel is|am
hearts beating as one. eternal. a tome.
a peace of the infinite is nothing less.
there is, in all ways, more.
machinations of war, selfishly deployed,
keeping us oblivious to elephants in the room.
the famished, infirm, endangered, and exploited, weight
preventing comfort, a common is am, the true air looms,
clouded minds in limbo, faithful to it being there, somewhere.
deceived, we remain on a path; a way from in sanity.
to be again
we should go no further in conversation than we would in writing. too close, we burn bridges. too far, we appear apathetic.
allow for wrest, as a cycle depends upon it. remain grounded, you could be expected to wear the shoes you so boldly fill. now leave the lowered of lords and get back to the keying of kings.