So much undone, in accordance to the analytical
Of such discoveries, upon horizons unreachable
That we may bear the key, for that of an infinite
A universe unmapped, and languages’ anonymity
Spoken through even a barest, of comprehensions
That the scope widens, in unfounded estimations
From the encapsulations, of unearthed mysteries
To these understandings, of illogical complexities
Can we all not realise, the way to a certain burden?
Brought now to tears, by the innocence of children
That when the opening, of the heart is to succeed
We speak then from the soul, and our voices freed
To herald the unseen beginning, of yonder visions
And in stark contrasts, to the apparent confusions
To yield in us all, the prejudices of our discontent
We need not be limited, in such self abolishment
For the purity of water, is the basic of all creation
From a seed to an eventual, and tender germination
Being the gravity of that, for this is within all things
Can’t we just go, and reach for all understandings?
Or have we become so habitual, in this mannerism
Of distrust, dishonour and of territorial capitalism
From a self believing faith, we should never preach
But instead to encircle, that which we cannot reach
And then be founded within, the strength of unities
To finally accomplish, the unobtainable ideologies
And be relieved of the hatred, in our heats we feign
Onward to a final day, so we can be wonderful again
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Powerful, poignant work, V.G....Many wise words to heed to, today....Enjoyed th' read, in particular, the strong cloe-out''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{ F j. R }