Shells In Layers Poem by Alexander Julian

Shells In Layers



Art can go extinct.
It's a myth that eternity never changes.
We must preserve, keep, maintain, and love the clay forms.
Love hasn't exception.
Even bad guys deserve attention since work is experienced by all humans.
The past needs future applications.
Sun and moon, stars and planets- we're gravitated in relations.
How does night fall when the day rises?
Remaining pictures go unanswered without a discovery.
By finding light, the surface must exhale.
Dreaming is the rest made during lack of realization.
Clues get broken when our picture drips.
More shadows cover the remaining pictures until light speaks in tongues.
My awareness becomes weight over the shifting conscience.
Growth in voices burns the silence along when dark permanence gives.
Opinions revel to fancy while vision dispels their excuse.
So, art is essential, from the void into secondary glances toward conduct.
Bravery comes in layers as does cowardice.
These shells coat magnificence and disaster in questionable truth.
For every seed, there's potential grain inside.
Creativity involves all fruits as good judgement proves the evidence.
When is the idiot going to find his horse?

Friday, September 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract,astronomy ,creativity,dream time,dreaming,evolution,fantasy,fantasy fiction,love,love and dreams
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