Our thoughts shape destinies
But with sweeping strokes of a
Sculptor’s rasp we resonate

Undertones birthed from
Lesser intentions while spiraling
Toward critical mass until

The unfaltering breath of
Thirty-two winds sail us above
Waves of radiance as

Cosmic whispers beckon our
Presence in deep study panoramas
On the estranged shorelines of

Common consciousness and
Inanity withers against beholds
Of inner sanctum eloquence

The Irreducible Primary
© Rob Taylor

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