Young Writers Society

wandering soul across time, viewing the bodies of the living on Earth
journeying train, journeying bus, journeying soul in eyes before the sun rises
and the moon finally sets, do you dance in operations as you wander
after death, reading poetry in the dancers taken in pictures timeless,
remembering flaw and beauty in the empty pew when the church bells ring?
wandering soul do jarring archetypes clog your mind, or do you think
in another mother tongue about another place where another life calls you
to wander with the memories of a dozen forefathers generations,
wandering soul have we written this before?

wandering soul across time, viewing the bodies of the living on Earth
journeying to see city and town and village the same, before the first sun rise
and the moon finally sets, do you feel alone in the fields of junebugs
calling you back to the past and cobwebs pinned down in the closet, wanderer
with no name, do you see past the atmosphere in space and the stars we named
in the last verse in the last line we wrote, last time we met? wanderer in the wild
do you see your eyes in the pictures of bodies and deconstructed objects, a curious
process obfuscated, and lips are sealed sealed with wax, this known before we met
wanderer of the wild through concrete jungles beyond city reaches,
wanderer of the wild in a country home, nameless wanderer
your voice echoes across time to our ears that have died before, of what we were
and what we will be
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Kamas, the road is long ahead. Each day is something new. The present is what we have.
From a time before we met you have progressed. From a time before we met we have changed.
Kamas words come as they may, edits and changes, the process is different, the exchange enjoyable.
Kamas, boldness and gripping focus, never settling for less, Kamas, transfixed on forward times.
Kamas obstacles and life looms forward, unspoken dangers unnumbered, untold, albatross waiting in Raven's hold
to fall and strike resolve from a body's beautiful dissection in lines and lines untangling words themselves.
Kamas, is your resolve steely placed and numb to fear? Ah, but you do not whisper yourself sweet fears, grow and expand and reliance beyond the confines of Plato's Cave, that which we do not know is not unfamiliar, simply a shadow to be kept with skeletons or faced in the light.
Kamas annoyingly flowery language isn't your cup of tea, eh?
Kamas the impressions of lives met at the middle are digested over the years, and the poetry within can never be retracted as a body unwinds across a universe forever across time.
Kamas a long road lies ahead; a rarity you were already on it, stay on it.

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