A distant echo absorbs all beauty of present happenstance.
This is fleeting--truth, purity, light, darkness, corruption, deceit-- all is fleeting.
New strings are plucked and the plea is made
as the fade begins and a more prominent line starts to play
near where it becomes hard to differentiate spirit and true reality.
The physical and spiritual worlds blur in and out of focus and existence.
Always and never you will understand the truth within this statement, life, and existence.
In the singular state of always and never one does not disprove the other; they are one and the same.
Upon ye be disproved then, old bard, and proven all at once.
For love is not love that which is love is love, savvy?
All that is, is not, nor ever was, and shall forever be.
Aha, Avon’s most prized play write turned most happily on his head.
Make merry of all and none in tragic comedy.
This--a never ending joke without a punch line,
with all patrons both audience and comedian.
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