A Searing MomentumA Poem by Leah
In what means is Precision,
In all its oddly signified Gospel, Known formidably, As The Breathing Question? Whether God exists, Wilt thus prevail? Or much contradictable, Might the latter be; Hence, I thrust so forth: How does God, Pray do tell, Love, and so hate? Just what is, The Fathomed Distinguishment, Of "Understanding"? Is 'Reality' really the ' Real World'? Where all, That is, and were, A thriving abode, To just mere atoms; That undeniably, Shall cease to be, Nothing more so, Than each, an idle column; Strangely severe, Of most times, Ludicrously smothered" Despondacy. "Leah © 2010 Leah |
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Added on December 12, 2009 Last Updated on January 6, 2010 AuthorLeahSingaporeAboutOther sites: http://embryonicpith.deviantart.com/ http://www.facebook.com/embryonic.pith (Temporarily de-activated) " We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering b.. more..Writing
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