House of Many Rooms
Relinquish your soft palaces of paper.
Your items of gore & death majic.
Those who see,
knoe the value and worth of the base building blocks of cosmic dust.
The molecules of Kepsheth cannot be contained in mere boxes of atomic slime.
The breath of life is subtil & variegated.
And in the end cannot be imprisoned by links in a chain.
Relinquish your small and primitive systems of thought.
This is the new age.
Relinquish your facile emotions.
Your faceless concern.
Your love of hate of love.
Awaken & roam the house of many rooms.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:Distraction can be costly when pursuing reality.