Grandmother my once said,
That of eternity we dream,
But stream of images
And thoughts prefer we
More, than life and death.
We choose infinity, but
Flesh is our cage, and cages
May be different of age.
So art of getting out is
Strange and dangerous,
But having left the stage
The owner young prefers
To seek revenge on one
Who broke his house
Of bones, being afraid
Of fear and lores and pause.
The old shoves love,
Afraid he's not, but
Broken be the cage,
Then feels he naked, empty,
Like a spot where doves
Have finished feast, and
Only wisdom saves him.
Beasts - on both they're hunting,
So standing they're awake,
And cages their broken,
Ache they're having not,
But happiness enchanting
Makes them opened be for
Every page in story of
Enlightening.
Enlightening
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