Wednesday, 29 June 2016

To That Which Stirs Pay Heed

Accept the machinations
Embrace the rage instead
The machine will live on
Self-Neglect has a shelf-life

Energy spent virtually on illusion
         Moulds a reality
               Unseen
            Until it's - present

Question face value
Accept no answer
But that of your own
Earnest digging

Drink not from the collective well
The water
Has long since
Taken on the taste of their taint

Awaken the sleeping giant
For so long held in exile
Fragments yield a greater whole
The journey feared most - to the home beyond the myst.



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