We are not the same
mutually pleasured in all things,
or unified with one belief.
We are moments of sanity,
in screams or dreams of,
life that bewilder the mind.
We will not give of ourselves
with the same emotions
nor touch, nor feel anything alike.
We are never clever at the same time,
in proportion to the universe with,
levels of consciousness the same.
We are not the end,
nor ever the beginning in life,
nor Saints to be heard.
Simply humbled by being
vexed notes in violin music
screeching to the highest pinnacle.
We are rare
fairly tolerable melodies
of songs that bring life to the world.
Copyright � May 2009 D Z.
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