The rhythm of life boldly carries on
even when all has been lost.
There is a rectified moment,
where all the broken, the battered,
comes back together, to the living.
Each dark continuation of deconstruction
has a light that want’s to be let out.
Bring forth the disillusioned foes,
who believe to be untouched,
it’s all connected, all enfolded,
within the universe’s clutch.
Do not deny the greater things,
that surround the dying, living.
Our time is dwindling, let it be,
transcendence will defy all odds.
By: C.A. Gallinger