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The Unbridled Inner Eye
Death, the transcendent mythology;
Wisdom, the aperture of imagination's
unbridled inner eye,
Breath, the passing medium
of the soul that journeys forth:
each trademarked view of truth
resolves a nothing
but merely yet suggests
a facet of the diamond
representing all.
And we are the speakers
through which the voices
of the passing winds blow by
and serve the reeds
that play eternal symphonies
in dedication to the muses
who have seen the sun and moon
and know
but only faintly whisper
what holds real.
runningturtle87
Wisdom, the aperture of imagination's
unbridled inner eye,
Breath, the passing medium
of the soul that journeys forth:
each trademarked view of truth
resolves a nothing
but merely yet suggests
a facet of the diamond
representing all.
And we are the speakers
through which the voices
of the passing winds blow by
and serve the reeds
that play eternal symphonies
in dedication to the muses
who have seen the sun and moon
and know
but only faintly whisper
what holds real.
runningturtle87
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