One's Quintessence

One's Quintessence

On thee path we call life

 with and without strife,

A roller coast ride or

perhaps a effortless glide,

my emotions transparent,

One good look in and

you may see the truth,

Subtle yet so inherent,

I have been cast and

I have been last,

I've seen the view from

 the treacherous mast,

One cannot forget what has passed,

What was before us can

forge our malignant truss,

My emotions stormy and opoline,

In a momentary silence so much revealed,

When one listens so much seen

(under the vale),

We are here for others all of us brothers,

Our place so fragile yet still in denial,

Succumbing to mankind's bile,

Vermiculation, is it not enough to rile,

To see where man has not yet been,

With all the senses tuned,

a perception of privy,

Is truly our Terra Sanctum.

John Connor, 1998

 

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Jobeth 23 months ago

This piece was cogent, weritwll-ten, and pithy.


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connorj 23 months ago from Altamonte Springs Author

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