Man Kind
He trapped a fleeting thought within the brain of his.
It spun as a top until it stilled itself.
This pristine new entry into his mind glared back at him.
Eyes of his could see no more,
in the dark of the soul.
He was unaware that time did not matter in times such as this.
This fleeting thought was not trapped by he.
It was a dove of awakening. It was a hammer above the anvil of his existence,
graphic, in the darkest reptilian recesses of his mind.
All was a hindrance, his carcass of a life.
He was nothing more than a fat rat caught in a trap of his own desire.
In a whisper of want, down there in the soul, he clawed and craved his way within reach of this oldest grail.
The only truth here now,
was to start from the start, and follow what he’d always ignored.
Only truth is free, and only truth needed he.
GJH 08
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