Between the World and our Judgement of the World is the path of scintillating intelligence.
One last little leap into void
One half human, one half droid
Beauty knows the soul by sight
One half day, the other, night.
They leap, these souls, for wisdom knows
The thorn is not the bloody rose
Human is not human true
If inhuman has no part of you.
Not heartless, brainless, but body free
Simple, without empire’s fee
No thought of death or pain or ill
Unnoticed but for beauty’s fill.
They know, these souls, they cannot fly
That love will merely lift them high.
About the Creator
Gregory Broadbent
I am 53, live in Melbourne, Australia, with my wife and two teenagers. I work as a counselor and tarot reader in North Melbourne and have been writing poetry and prose for over 35 years.
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