Is time something does not exist,
Is nature just its deadly kiss,
Is freedom just a bell that rings?
And did God swindle all the saints
when he gave the angels wings?
Is love something thrown away,
Does death die to live another day;
Do the boneyards rise up while we sleep?
Lest we perish for answers where we lay-
is the sky as wide as worlds are deep?
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The words that haunt humanities restless, searching soul. A power-house of a poem.