from Life Without Buildings
Tall Paper
gknapton
Years from now, back, I'd be chasing tall paper
Growing into the feelings it gave me
The warm embalm of material acquisition
Unwittingly engineering need
But this aside
Unknown and unfolded
Real, if short lived, warmth
Protection from.
Years from then, forward, I am still now
The chase over
I unfolded and grew into a sense of my own being
The warm embalm of being
And the grand design leaves me enlightened
And God's grace un-frightened
I, as I grow old, can never be old me again
Living looking out now
Seeing through to the inside of people
Feeling
Progression from.
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