Captured by nowness of
flame, fury of mountains, harboring a harbinger; gospel indifference or
partiality, maps to catacombs, a soul knows the reasonings, as opposed
to logic; winds upon wings, soaring into dimensions, praising justice, opposed
at each level. Some grow stronger, knit peace, war for righteousness—those with
great iniquity, if born with conscience, stumble into briers—the fight for
belief, art of a thousand dreams, many adoring a creature of persuasions.
Captured by hereness of water, bathing in baptism, growing into creation—a conglomerate
of communities, a swimming at a second, something wafting into essence; pure
flickers, voltage against cages, diamonds into harmonies, challenged by greater
doubts. Sweet, soulful music, only to become lyrics, so gray in tiger wishes—a piano
in midst of a desert. And alas, a dying feeling, becoming analytical, though
remnants distract the violin.
