The complex conundrum of consciousness
Where the tangled mess of tangible stress sets in
When you begin to break down the barriers of knowledge thought to be true
And reach a state more magical than you knew
Still
What to do once the waves wash over and you know these cliffs of Dover give something greater than gold
Yet their secret is untold
I sense this serenity is bold and moving faster than the fury we might find that no hurry hurls us over the demons fence
To that place where love does commence
Still, no need to be tense
We will dance in the present sense
Till the wall will fall and all the tall tales of terror melt to miniature models of what used to be
Now
Let's sense this serenity
About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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