The universe became a dream
a snowflake formed of galaxies
drifted in light-less cold, it beams
a candle flickered, it breathes
of an Eternal Wind
and, upon it all
I drape this meager reach of life
from an immortal perch of thought
and build a mountain of faith
to stand above the curved mold of time
Seeing places I can never be, bound as all, we
have created chains from the will to be free.
Anchored in mire of other men's greed
seduced by banal fantasies of need, we lie
upon a wilted meadow
Watch carefree birds and chameleon clouds fly
as we quick descent to dust of dusty stars.
Only the mind is free to be as wont, only the will
is able to chart the untraveled parts of human journeys.
There is a creeping door, that closes more upon
each breath, life's brief flame, and we
the brittle filament and feel this moment
a saudade to the unlived life,
a deeply-missed could have been, we place
into a daily grave
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