I’ve thought about it.
Past transgressions future deterrents.
Broken hearts minds quagmired.
The night into dawn and dawn back into night
Cyclic it all is, cyclical it has forever been.
The target? Humans maybe.
Representation many, but not the problem–
nor the solution, rather existence.
Our commonality lies in exploration–
Union in preservation. Destruction:
Permeated by self. Onto self. Towards self. For self.
Until self– is no more.
What say you?
Tranquility, prosperity, happiness, unity.
Awaken by the senses that are in you and I–
before and after–
From a place, we have not seen nor will ever.
Let the energy that surrounds we–
Be said navigation on a course into the unknown