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Endless Pardons

The way that once was
and the endless pardons
given by vain hands.

Hands that only wanted
what was best
in the beginning,
must separate from us.
We must separate from them.

True life beats in the making
of us all.
We must grip that making
at some point
and feed ourselves,
believe ourselves
in dangerous times.

Because these chances at growth
are not prepared for all.
Making so sad a loosening grip
and such everlasting height
for those who stand tall.

Degree of Enlightenment

There is an Enlightenment,
to a degree,
for every such suffering man.

As Individuals
and as a whole,
we search...

We all find ourselves
in a metaphorical chapter of life
and yearn for a counterpoint.

Letting the entropy of self
destroy major fragments of our character,
our complexion.

The quality of survival,
if given the opportunity
of proper framing
can reveal every possibility
of obtaining true life.