The Brane – Poetry of Ta Ke Reese
The Brane – By: Ta Ke Reese
What will happen as we move along
On this plane of continuous time
Exposing itself like an eruption of song.
Together we move forward in rhyme
Our lives seem forever, but not very long
We rise out of nothing and disappear just the same
Like sprouts in the spring all over the place
The continuous revolution of wealth and the lame
For some the sun shines, for others no trace
When the wood disappears, so does the flame.
What have we reaped that tomorrow will sow
Unveiling life’s harvest for all sprouts to see
Purpose or pointless we may never know
But the four forces are perfectly free
Pushing existence forward from an eternity ago.
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