Warmth of Sight

Divining light..
Streams, stretched outward into 'times' beyond our own;

Their paths are scars--which, permeate our planes-perceived;
They gift shape and reflect an image, whose glow illuminates;
We call this gift 'warmth of sight'--without its ideals,
our world flattens: losing life...
Becoming a great dying, beneath the infinity of your un-aging body of wisdom and
experience...
Circumvent the unapologetic,
while rising above any, and all, resistance;
keep your memories at all costs,
Cling to your interpretations and ingenuity, as well;
Because: 'A truth is only true until it's a lie',
Without faith and trust--as well as, the bridges built on their ideals--we have
nothing,
(believe nothing and honor no man--image, idea, creed or thought);
At which point, we are damned to lose reason in retention of Self--allowing our
memories to wash out amongst the deluges, as they recede backwards;

Back into the nothingness of the seas...

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