peRceptionaL

A voyage long traveled and traversed by many;
all that’s come and gone,
singing, still, the song.
The burden itself decrees peace for understanding.
 
The crooked collection;
Perceptions vice before comprehension,
Such, jaded in forms, belie our expressions.
We are courageously bountiful to our deeds,
disfigured survival, our tool to achieve.
 
Muddy banks... all that earth and stone,
      (a solidity, in excessive ease)
Beneath lie rounded cavernous flows.
      (hammered intellect, do you yet see?)
Rain that cycled this river here; whimsical effort indeed.
      (birthing emotive hues to colour all experience)
From the many forms it came, shall the many eternally breathe.
      (riding the waves of empiric indulgence)  
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2012-06-20
work in progress... maybe one day