My Life
My life...
Is not one of strife,
But magic.
Within this mental illusion shared.
Detailed with meaning,
Everywhere.
And everywhere,
It is there!
Breeding in a sea,
That's of a vast cosmicness.
A precious gem.
Within a precious gem.
That's within and without...
Description.
This depiction,
Is nonfiction!
My life...
Has to be right,
For this time.
Or why would I find it,
Mysterious?
And dramatic.
With twists and turns,
Numerically graphic.
Perfectly mathematic.
Emphatically glad I am!
And ever so ecstatic.
Yes!
Created by creations created!
Doing this at its best.
To nest within the mind,
Of a divine ego.
On a mission uncontested.
You may call this experience,
Whatever you wish!
But this life that exist,
Is mine!
My life...
I find,
In this time given.
Will be lived.
As it is.
Until it isn't delicious...
In this wondrous animation,
That picks every bit of this that fits.
Sitting from realms no one can touch!
To marvel at all of it!
And you!
And YOU.
And...YOU too,
Are observed and being viewed.
Like sketches on a canvas etched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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