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World's End, RevisitedIs this how it will be? Will there be anything to see?World's End, Revisited by AlecBell
I persist in witless questionings, posing all those
conundrums that never have ceased to disturb
such fragile tranquillity as humankind might
attain. Witless because unanswerable, therefore
void, unintelligible. But not, on that account,
On this day though, I have set my solitude like a sail,
as if I were a vessel that could run before the brisk winds that are
the currents of time.
Alone on the shore.
Before me, the molten fusion
of sun, sky and sea.
I love my feetI love my feet;I love my feet by RawPoetry
I let them shape
to the earth beneath them,
to the dirt and roots of leaf laden trails;
to the twisted grass of open fields,
and to the bark of a tree
as I make my way
to its highest branches
where I sit, held within its nurturing embrace,
and feel the earth beyond all five senses.
I love my skin;
I let the light of the sun
fall nonchalantly on my shoulders;
let golden light dip between the trees
and find it's way to my arms,
my neck, my cheeks,
soaking through every layer to somewhere deeper,
somewhere it remains
even after the final ray of light has parted with the horizon
to say good-morning to the other side of the world.
I love my mind,
it never falls into mechanical thoughts
of the expected.
It casts aside all limitations
and dreams a future of unpredictability;
of dangerous adventures,
of sunsets and moon-rises,
of absolutely anything
I love my feet,
my body and mind.
They aren't ordinary.
They aren't flawless.
They aren't an image
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