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Eight pound bubble

A vessel with no end only
Connections you’ve made
An oak to the tired world
Of perfect lives frayed

Ex-lovers closed minds
Open to the mothers who find
Dreaming extension of self
A past life prematurely shelved.

Life prolonged through Gleaming
Eyes and a shining smile.
Something to last a longer while.

Knowing she mated and created
To serve herself in hopes you’d
See her growing wealth.

While living yours lost
She lives her last day
So far gone and swept away.

Man we love
We accept them profound
Walking tall confidence
Held six feet above the ground.

Eight pound bubble
Not seeing the trouble
Of your tongue and eyes
Forked and doubled.

Visions contorted
The inner divisions sorted
Collapsing on themselves
A child lapping up fairies and elves.

Broken at birth we
Find what our world is worth
Our made up story
Giving away a supreme glory.

Third dimension on the third planet
Holds the only life as if we planned it.
Known in this third age
Idyllic reality is free of rage

A man of thirty-three
Who walked from his tomb
And spat his own doom

Was Denied three times before a
Rooster cry. Through his life
He was required to die.

Preaching and Teaching what
He thought we understood
Only those who now know
Hide below their hood.

Un-Mated and created
Everlasting ideal
Given to all whom hurt and heal.

Our mother’s womb.
Our father’s tomb.
Two finds three
And sets time free

An apple ate
A snake to hate
Placing all our
Hope in fate

Love them do
They created you
With selfless thirst
This knowledge bursts.