The energy

This is the very stuff
The stuff that's right to hoard,
To bury away, to smuggle
To keep hidden from 'the board'.
This is the stuff
To cement
Within the chambers of the soul
That lusting, seamless spirit
That renders everything whole.

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The subject

It beckoned its subject
That space bathed in light
That would only but once
Be captured in flight.
There was a majesty in its corners
Holding an essence so sweet
That it arrested the promise
Of a special retreat.

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The perspective

Oh there you are

Standing tall like a gift,

Cutting through the madness

Of a life set adrift.

Spending time watching droplets

That the rains gave away

Releasing ripples in an order

To bring chaos and decay.

When all is but crippled

Cradle the thought

For it's the freedom to think

That cannot be bought.