This Life Is But A Shared Self Forgotten Dream. Poem by Tony Kavuoti

This life is but a shared self forgotten dream of a greater existence we are all having. Dreams, they are powerful beautiful and generous. We are too great there in the all at once to be close, but here in our sublime imperfection we can be close in our pain. Sorrow washes over me, in my heart I hold the dear defected lives of those I know close to me now. Once more we will meet on the grand horizon of death, which is being once more without time. From here we shall view, cherish our folly, and more, once more our endless power and fulfillment will beckon us to yearn to be fools once more to ourselves and too each other, a man.