It’s delusional this life the elaborate systems we erect to confuse ourselves
so much form without clear function.
We animate notions and embellish them with sentimental endearments
if we made it it must matter surely it is worthy of attention.
Stooped over tending my own garden missing the birth of the sun
a daily occurrence beyond my control and therefore completely trustable.
Man-made beauty is a thing of desperation images of something we have lost
we seek natural light to clarify our vision.
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Interesting perspective on life
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Thanks, I appreciate your comment.
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The truth and the light hmmmm heard that before 😉
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The persistence of memory perhaps. Thanks for your comment.
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Indeed!
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Thanks for your comment.
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When they come for you, this you tell them
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I am presenting my case as best I can. I will tell them again. Thanks for your comment.
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