faultlines of purgatory

one day concrete will hold the oceans

as the mountainous heights all expand

forests will claim soil once forgotten

or fade to a barren existence of sand

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rain doesn’t always fall to the ground

just because there are clouds in the sky

sometimes with such gracefully descent

a flake of snow kisses the lash of an eye

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tectonic clashes in the divine underworld

where the fiery blood of earth does flow

with ash and smoke consuming the air

alluvial fans are filled with an eerie glow

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since the inanimate stone is partly carbon

everything is organic or nothing can exist

if all that is comes from a single origin

what’s found within does help us subsist

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the ethereal is a fantasy of realistic fiction

without the structure of a temporal plane

I’ve grown tired of this endless horizon

and so set my sights for the hills of Spain

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transformation is absorbed by inertia

an alembic expression of universal fusion

nothing and everything changes at once

creating a reality easily lost to illusion

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randomly collected pages bound together

like cataloged stars spread across the night

all of existence has an intended location

even those aspects that are out of sight

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is there a purpose to our limited senses

are we celestially written or cogito ero sum

will this world ever get where it’s going

the never ending story that never begun

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life just is without any reason or logic

so nature lures with an enigmatic trance

leaving thought with too many questions

universal minds chained by infinite expanse