We're All As The Wind On The Ether - Poem by Mark Heathcote
In spite of our trivial, endeavours
Life isn't a key broken, nor a glass shard
Turned to please; cut by millimeters
Nor a jewel anyone should disregard
In order, to pawn, repay debtors.
Neither is it a charmed treasure either
That keeps just one in warmth
We're all as the wind on the ether
One terse word transforms-
Us into thunder a hellish transceiver.
The heart isn't a turnstile you spin
In hope of making one man, smile
The soul isn't a flower you nurture
Or own disown or buttonhole pin
In making, a connecting, merger.
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