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Epilogue - Revised

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Each day brings

a distantiation;

a photograph viewed

through old Lucite; 

Dance of evanescence


In the sky’s fiery meadows;

pleochroic displays

of the setting sun My mind -a melangeof melancholic molecules -a shiver of constant vibration I am caught up - trapped

in a plexus of emotion

and anticipationI live apologetically -ill at easeon the razor edge of time
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A brief subtle snap;abrupt capitulation intothe unknowableCataclysmic? No!!!At least - I don’t think so Seamless?Sometimes it appears  sobut who knows for sure?Has anybody ever returnedto tell the truth? When the moon is at its zenithI meet my doppelgangerI look him in the eyesearching for answersThere are no answers -only questions Theories galore;Karmic laws;natural laws;indestructibility of energy;heaven; hell; purgatory;metempsychosis; last judgementWho knows? We theorise; hypothesise;
fantasize;we rave; we rantwe lie, we killwe commit heinous crimebecause we believethat our beliefis the ultimate truthIt’s as far as we can gowe can  go no further III


Our biggestand most grievous sinis to live apologetically;to emasculate our souls;to accept and encourageemptiness as a way of lifeCollapsed wings,we sit circumscribedin our material realm Everything in lifehas its antithesis;
everything about itsaftermathis vague – ambiguous;wrapped in skeinsof inscrutable mystery   Self appointed messiahs,preachers, priests,clairvoyants soothsayersand half clad holy men;all heave their shouldersagainst an iron wall -in vain Humility, prayer, penancedenial on one handgreed, deceit,material mongering,megalomaniaon the other -bundles of paradoxicalcontradictions                                                                                      In the endwho knowsfor there shall never be a wayto crack this –the biggest conundrum

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Seren

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Leonard

I am speachless at this one I will let my stars do the work for me this time ... Love and hugz Jayne x x We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall ...
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leonard daranjo

16 years 8 months ago

Thank you Jayne

It really means a lot that my writing touches you so deeply. Thanks for your unstinting support. Leonard
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

Yes there is… It is a

Yes there is... It is a return to love. A return to innocence. Love you Leonard, love your poem. Outrageous, she sighs, and flies with the word out-rage-us. Rage rage against the dying light. ~A "If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is wound up in mine, then let us work together." Aboriginal Activist Group, Queensland, 1970's
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leonard daranjo

16 years 8 months ago

Thanks Ana

I am truely honoured. It feels great to be appreciated in this way. Leonard
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Diatom Shells

16 years 8 months ago

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there really is no ultimate truth....only time will tell because time is truth... -diatom shells p.s. good write sir