Temple of the Burning Sands

Poetry, Art, Essays, and Fiction from the Scorched Earth

Regardless

Between the lines of the day,
There are points enough to ponder.
And while we draw whatever connections we may,
To disprove the isolation between ourselves and yonder,

We wonder if all these couplings are illusion.
But all knowledge is real only in our minds,
And even chaos is a perception of our own choosing.
So join all spaces, and join all times...

Until with happy smile that speaks of delight at last
Carpe Omni Diem! And indeed, none escape our grasp.



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