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Happy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say
You can't keep them all safe. They will die and be afraid.
Mother, tell me so I say
06/04/2021
How can meaning be found,
When light keeps pouring in and out of you?
Blinded,
yet everseeing.
A call for higher purpose,
an eagle’s cry
heard in the distance.
Pain is seared in the follow-up response,
Nothing alike earthly sensation.
It stretches far and wide,
beneath your body,
above your soul,
nowhere in the middle,
for it does not locate
where the mind can get ahold of it,
Has destiny been set on stone,
or is the latter our own pliable existence?
“Repond.”
“How?”
“Just respond.”
For longer than an eternity could ever be,
it waited.
What for?
For oneself,
no sin can be condone,
no doubt can be harbored.
To build yourself,
You must be destroyed.
By what hands,
Will determine the freedom of your well’s boundaries.
To be teared up,
And shown bare in your true essence
Oh how tangible can pure fear be.
Now drown in yourself.
Now be your fear.
Now,
play in your abyss,
for there is where your meaning resides.