Words amid the world -
Seem dead by design.
Old voices muttering from pages
When the wind is wild.
Fly - as beholders of the storm
Against the program.
So much brilliant beauty,
Sensation-seeking,
Useless art;
We'd all be Travellers surely,
Young and proud;
Forceful; fearless lords;
Ingesting lives,
Talking out in totality of Time,
Expounding worlds of flame in perfectly articulated ways,
Revelling with revelations - far away -
From humble, darkened fields,
Where simple flowers
Struggle not to fade.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poesíaa student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
