Picture Credit: Unsplash in collaboration with Frank Flores
Description: A poem exploring the evolution of consciousness, the cyclical nature of existence, actions contributing to a better world, and souvenirs of legacies in a shared journey toward rays of a goal in the same pole.
Something more than one and zero
is on its way,
somethings more than letters
are coming this way.
Even though both are going to expand
each day,
just as time got older
and seasons started to sprint.
But our hearts remain the same,
even though our consciousness has evolved.
Meaning and comprehension
have taken another plane,
just as virtues and vices refine their forms.
Our clays chime in to cuddle,
when they are empty of soul and spirit.
Yet those bones in the silent dark,
where the sun, stars, and moon do not tour,
are still in the course of their chores,
chanting choruses unconcluded
for crispy, creamy, and creative narrations.
Their skins have scribbled into glory,
to glow with the hues
of both light and shadow,
for new cells and breaths
vibrant in life.
They trace new lines
and forge true paths,
working diligently
for a better world,
they clamoured for,
in words, will, works, and walks.
And when they arrive in anew today,
everything will be hay,
with everyone all the way.
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