in some obscured way
as time slips through our hands
the living of these days
is all that life demands
enumerating
stars in sky
as ever contemplating
countless reasons why
dream is there
and we are here
as dust on air
so far from near
the cold within the bones
a sigh in silent space
eternal journey home
please help us find our grace
a tone in which to be
so far from patterns formed
a song of reverie
and shelter from the storm
the sequences they propagate
procession is as lore
defy the ills they advocate
and be as something more
a whisper spoken unto earth
projecting vision unto life
in circles we shall bleed the mirth
with which our hearts are rife
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