Monumental fear of the draconian resurgence,
as the tempest beast spreads it's evil
wings,
taking heed of the Sage-like
bewilderment of the joyous discrepancies,
and all for the betterment?
The pompous anemic triviality of the
obsessed,
is no further though from the weak
mind,
of the clinically depressed.
But not to suggest,
a momentary pain but a monumental gain,
and it goes deeper than the fruit,
and deeper than the root.
The endless cycle,
and the circling of time.
This has been a common phenomena for
billions of years squared,
and yet has only just begun,
for no matter how hard we try to
comprehend,
everything is merely a means to an end.
Stacy Young 2012
Stacy Young 2012
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