Finite Creatures: Poetry

We are finite creatures
walking the fine lines of Destiny
through a Universe crafted
by its own whimsy

But to be Whole,
one must ask the Eternal Question,
lifting oneself above tangents
to delve into the soul with 
words so deep that the Imagination
stirs itself with lofty designs regarding
"Who Am I?"

And when the answer is Known, 
the World rights itself within 
the fantastical mists of an Avalon dream,
where fog rolls in and blankets
everything with white Magick,
and man-made trees stand like illuminated beacons
flashing like capes in the breeze

To be Reconciled is
to be united in both dream and desire,
One and All,
while firmly rooted in the singularity
of A Moment.

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