Together we drive the ultimate flow of water and wind
thru the whispering fire of Prague.
Maze of temptation,
bring forth your sweet rhymes.
Kill me not,
but foster my spirit gently.
Strip down my assumptions,
bear forth your strong bodies
in momentary union.
Please soften the blow of existence
with gestures of warm affection.
I listen intent to the glowing range
of humanity's neverending dance.
Who are these colourful phantoms
who tremble misguided thru
the patterned pavings of ancestors long forgotten
and irrelevant to us now.
is there some force guiding this futile chaos?
Time? Authority? God? Dreams?
I like to imagine we are all
subtly responding to each others flow
and somewhere within that reaction is The Real,
life in it's sublime, stratospheric, Infinite beauty.
Ever pulsing mystery of organic variety.
Unmentionable destructions,
unspeakable creations...
Uncontrollable kindness towards
an ever metamorphosing future....
I'm satisfied just to wander unseen
between the flow...
raising my voice now and then
and tapping my boots, wherever I am.
Thankyou
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