While you do not
Distil my
Every subtlety
You will remain far from the possibility of me
Holding your existence as my one
Purpose of eternity.
For I am as rough as a gem
In its bed, awaiting eagerly
For the moment of revelation,
The one true discovery that makes
Science turn,
Sophia mute
and leaves you in awe.
In the immensity of a desert
Of frail existence and
Ever mutating dunes, landscapes.
I am difficult
A mountain.
I am Reality.
MSoareses
2 comments:
I love this.
I certainly see you as a mountain. Perhaps even a difficult challenge.
A fragile difficult challenge.
Distillation not possible unless you are prepared to let the gem drop.
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