Why cross the bridge without thinking
that living is forever, and nothing will
ever change? We change continuously
not always for the best, without knowing
the true essence of love, in its purest form.
Confining in self among ageless
spheres, dust flows freely without
an ounce of understanding, forcing
subconscious mind control, majestic
manifest ions, appearing among truth
intimacy, and pleasurable passions of
foreseen images before direct contact
Admission not accepted, releasing truths
only known to the heartless, would cause a
backward flow of understandable knowledge
to unreasonable reactions limited for a short
time in dimensional space.
Taken across your flight of wonder, do you
pronounce the reality of inspirational
intellect, or except the now is it.