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One man's frailty Another man's strength. One woman's resilience Another woman's resent.
Yet the further we progress The more we find That the characteristics of us Are not so easily defined.
Over multitudes of moments Information is learned. And instinctively shared Between two, unstirred.
With this is mind The following must be asked For no sane person Can ignore what has passed.
How can nature
FlownThere will be a time When all is completely lost. All vision, all sound All smell, and all choice.Flown
Yet the world will go on Without you at all in mind There will be no sudden halt In the grand continuum of time.
The grass will rustle on Photographs will remain still The clouds will thunder more O'er those memorable lofty hills
So when you say fair well To a particular chapter of your life Remember that there is crop left To meet the edge of your steady scythe.
Our mourning is a measure Of the love that we had
VotumWho did ask For their demise? Not he, not they Not you, not IVotum
Who thrust them in And left the poor fools? Turned his shoulder Then encrypted the rules
Who abandoned their child At the farmer's front door? No one was home For a month or more
Who started to love you And then ran a mile? Cutting off contact Insisting upon denial
Who's the one with the key Whom swallowed it whole? Then danced upon the fire Of unlit coal.
Who removes themselves From every bit of blame? Tells you he l
SightedWhen the slanted world is all they can see And the accusing eyes glare upon me I’ll question my thoughts I’ll question my rights I’ll listen to the self-righteous Infecting my sightSighted
Once everyone has told me That I am in the wrong I will explain that I am sorry For the awful things that I have done
After years of reflection Clarity will be ushered forth Ashamed of itself For the silence that it swore
The Others’ erroneous thought Will be uprooted in a shot Ethics was true to me Never, was there a parad
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