Apparently apparent,
Seductively abrupt,
The march endlessly advances,
While you avoided all the ruts.
Its been this way since time before,
You pace the room and lock the door.
Neither here nor there but where it was,
Has come and gone the sun above.
Time not bears nor grasp its gears,
Yet seasons shift and twist with cheer.
Process meaning dispute the facts,
Structure built only to collapse.
Fix your compass in thy center,
Carry on towards buried treasure.
It's of the essence once desires surrendered,
A higher reason for coming together.
A celebration of lofty ideals,
Bubbling potions and four course meals.
Blessings bestowed,
Humble abode.
IMAGE SRC
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