As you stand on the edge of the precipice, thoughts of grandeur pass by as do thoughts of a solitude martyr amongst the air of kings, screaming in the silence at such great heights. Wonder escapes into fear, then to revel in defiance against the very same emotion that grips the spirit and bids it to leave. Reflection has welled to the deepest pools of the mind. Dancing on heads of pins is easier than this. This realization of insignificance bleeding through into individual unique flavors of its own, for without it all would be less. However the balance inside weighs heavy for insignificance, yet to know distinct separation of all things is to understand its value, its uniqueness, its flavor. Then why are we standing in solitude on the edge of this precipice believing to be solitary but knowing that it is us that meets the cliff to the sky, causing a symbiotic relationship that knits all things together. We are special, we are significant, However overwhelmed by the vastness, we still believe that we are not.
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Johnny Gerbrandt
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The toll
Sporadic spores of indignation creep across the lush life of eons gone by, Hurled into the next, to the evaporated contrite spirit of once kings, that now crawl like scurvish men, fiending feverishly for morsels of sanity. A gasht are the voices which scale the heights of eternity. Treading mountains of souls trampled by the minds of the masses, flooded by bile and honey. To stand is to fall and to fall is to stand, the circle of correction, the lessens burnt, slashed, beaten, sweet essence is derived from flowers such as these, for they cannot break, it cannot be stolen. Time brings forgetfulness, comfort and weakness, where is the road of the outcast, for as if they are. no, it is the sheep believed to be goats that have been found wanting. They bear the mirror without reflection. The devourer of time opens wide, time torn asunder leaking minuscule fragments twisted into bursts of energy fulfilling the toll that is due.
By Johnny Gerbrandt3 years ago in Poets
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