Walk The True Blue Way
Moonstreams flowing across a sea of wheat
quicksilver on the puppet kernels
emphasized in the motions of the tide.
Growing in chemical nutrients
a profusion of growth possibilities.
Layers of stratus encircle mountain peaks
coloured pastel yellows a cool summer’s night.
A golden sheen upon the fields
a ghostly white across the rocks.
What is the specific value of man?
Release from caged confinement of imprisonment now
imagination - nourishment beyond stasis dimension.
Preservation, of accumulated knowledge, comprehension
latent will, freewill, and overt, ability to act.
Perplexities the metaphysical mystery of life
cynicism a way of covering embryonic emotions.
The flea poised between animal and deity.
The shadow on the rock.
Its there its gone
its never been
and yellow rains
falling from a blue sky.
Wealth Happiness...
like a shadow
fleeting the world turns
and they are gone.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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