Life;
Existence
Space time
A sunset comes down painting a canvas in the heavens
Colors decorate the white clouds for a moment that doesn’t last
Yet eternity is promised to me and all those who learnt what I learnt
in schools that are breeding fools to carry on their torch in the distance
Why am I alive again?
Why do I exist in this body and not a bird, or a bear, or a spider or a
Body of water that lies between land to create this eco system
The atmosphere Glissens green in the north; they call it the Aurora
Why was I not the consciousness of another?
An other that exists only within my perception..
My; my; my!
Who am I?
Where have I come from to be here in this moment writing this?
Questioning my existence as I know it.
I call that a probiotic to death.
A death that outs the flower of its color to breed another design.
A mastermind moving afloat omnipresent within and without all that can be color.
Colors upon colors upon colors
Even in the night sky the blackness of the lightless space is almost navy.
A navy walking towards a war they didn’t choose to be controlled by the man who doesn’t march to their end.
There is no end to that which never began
Every end is a new beginning.
Infinite winds blow as the writer sits pondering his end
Blow through a northern light; I wanna see the Aurora.
Your aura glows of the night breeze; winds of change be upon us
May love light the way.