Rudiments
From what remains from the remains, of the brutal days encounterings,
The oceans in a toss for the future,
This life in a figurative speech of language,
Lacks in the understandings of the stars,
Parameters,
You and me,
Like these wildflowers blooming and decaying are the cycles of life,
I remembered the grandfathers bones in our bodies,
The ancestral cavities, these inaugural finesse, these later deteriortions,
Enshrined knowledge from the wombs,
These grandfathers tales from the crypts,
Descendance reminders,
The songs are on the lips of these rippling winds,
We must be this lit candles withthe abiding notice, these short wicks on these candles,
Permitted just a little shine before and after in the darkness,
Before and aftera fragmentary rudiments of these life on this earth,
just a fragmentary vision in this temporal fire,
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