Final Thoughts
Feasting on peace and prosperity drinks,
Honeymoon on unknown planets galore,
A traveling bride through space and time,
Bearing the children of our passionate Kind.
The Spellbound abolish their magick,
Words that sing mightier than a sword,
God of muses now undressed,
Formerly clothed in death shrouds.
And now we arrive at the Culmination.
Once again on the rim of a philosophical cup,
The ambassadors wrap up their ramble.
Having paved the road
of a restful duration,
Summoning a prophetic earl ship,
A forgotten, noble, lost cause,
We ceased thinking about thinking.
Copyright 2010 by Steven Ingram
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