Treasure filled vistas, though near Remain unseen, untouched Whispers of their reality fade Amid a cacophony of earthbound chatter Creative potentials wither Siphoned off in purposeless dissipation Core disharmony stirs Registering heart's dissent From credulity's perpetually open door Wearied with earthbound imposition Dressed in pseudo-freedom's tawdry attire Longing for relief from mundane glorification Yet once again submerged in blind commonality Marring identity by incremental defacements Until necrosis wears familiarity Death made palatable by spoonfuls Yet a heavenly root remains Sprouting quietly beneath the ruins Patiently rejecting earthbound makeovers Never fully relinquishing the birthright In hope that beast will again become man Unbound and undefined by temporary status On earth but not of it
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Very good poem. I perceive that you are more intelligent, or at least, more educated than I. But I don't mind at all. I can enjoy you even more. God bless you Lionel