COMRADE

A daily repository of myths that live in my very blood --
sure to die, sure to re-emerge,
many a folks I seek to define, a world where there are no knots --
no ends, a limitless sky
that breathes on infinite molecules of rings,
why this fascination with a One time combat?
amaze me with a prelude to this contrast --
Cries I hear and then turn deaf,
A leaf, Leaves, Trees --
My immeasurable well of Ponder - Me thoughts
I realize a sense that does not belong to me
A constant Catch --
A wider Arc
a juxtaposition between The Sounds Of bells and the
The Hammer That Blows --
ecstatic and jubilant in the very firms that rot and seek and Love and Die and ....



The very stars that confine --
preach freedom among the Runes
Capitalize on The Virtual ignorance
That rings southern breezes and mazes
Maybe a Time was a perpetual disaster --
Maybe a Universe -- Incomplete
but the bubbles still breathe
and I still Beat --

PULSE --