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Look to the stars
Every man to his own season
we may seem like ants: haphazard
scurried chaos, in life's blizzard
that question it hangs, awaiting resolution
The cosmos turns: its wheel how vast
just particals of every sort
are we just chance
to constantly renew and then advance
Was it time and fortune, the die they threw
the Greek gods of astrology
are we alone that walking few
like starlight under rainbow cast
We human and alien alone in that black night
looking out for anything of reason
a philosophy to digest
prayers for comforts and hopes liaison
The spell of a "rasion d'etre"
hard choice thats our investiture
not fall flat upon our face
but that inspire be common place
we may seem like ants: haphazard
scurried chaos, in life's blizzard
that question it hangs, awaiting resolution
The cosmos turns: its wheel how vast
just particals of every sort
are we just chance
to constantly renew and then advance
Was it time and fortune, the die they threw
the Greek gods of astrology
are we alone that walking few
like starlight under rainbow cast
We human and alien alone in that black night
looking out for anything of reason
a philosophy to digest
prayers for comforts and hopes liaison
The spell of a "rasion d'etre"
hard choice thats our investiture
not fall flat upon our face
but that inspire be common place
Published 31st Jan 2020
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2nd Feb 2020 00:29am
Slip I am in absolute awe of your progress as a poet; seriously. I mean you are growing by leaps and bounds in form, rhyme, metaphor, and so much more.
One nit:
hard choice that[']s our investiture
That is it!
One nit:
hard choice that[']s our investiture
That is it!
2nd Feb 2020 00:53am
