Someday
The entire world a shadow
the left over blue prints of somehing
great.
A rough draft to the article that
is eternity.
We live in a photocopied, dim
replica of the greatest place
to ever exist.
The Grass is greener, the
air is cleaner.
Everyone is in love, beauty a river, water so pure
everyone drinks, everyone perfect.
One life identical to the other
peace showers the land and the lives within it.
Not one above the other.
A body of love and kindness that
allows me to live eternity
letting the seed that is me, grow into wisdom, only
meant to leave, taken into the arms of he.
The body, the life that has created me and everything I see.
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