Being

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Being

Predator and prey
align
with the frey
how strange
to see
how real
it can be
the illusion seems
grander
than the design
to escape
the confines
change
the perception
of our minds
and just be
timeless
and
divine

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Papillion’s Poems (28)

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Tomatoes & Onions 0
Being 0
You 0
Ruminating Disgruntled 0
Banal Limrick 1
My Alzheimer CPU 0
Understanding and Be 0
Aye see you 0
Beingness and Nothing More Thank You 2
Fantasy Unfulfilled 1
Formidable Presence 1
Spare Moment in Time 1
Desacrate Me NoMore 1
SADDENED SPECTRUM 1
A Happy Warmth 1
To Love and Be Loved 1
Yeah Right 1
Together As One 1
Dreaming 1
Quiet 1
Restless 0
Being 0
Staying Strong 1
Peaceful Soul 2
My Table of Contents 2
Clearer Perspective 1
Zen on Wheels 0
Saving Grace 3