The Beautiful

Beauty stretched between creation and eternity,
Threads of Life…
Tendrils reaching; seeking
All while fearing “watchful eyes”

We chase the light as we erode…

Moving through both thought and influence,
Set adrift… So sure… So insecure,

Who guides our instinct? …our fate? …our destiny?
Who wields the games of chance and force of nature?

With hope,

Entwined in frailty…
Crossing the ever-extinguishing breadth of time,
Betrothed to breath…  
In wait for dawn-and-day-and-dusk’s repeat,

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