Early in the beginnings of Time, before it ran forward.
The world’s vastness
only mirrored its absurd,
primitive beauty.
only mirrored its absurd,
primitive beauty.
tries to understand.
He wonders
In this precise instant of Evolution,
of which he ignores everything, he walks, observes
and feels.
of which he ignores everything, he walks, observes
and feels.
Elsewhere,
she wanders within silent pigments,
she wanders within silent pigments,
below the wind’s movements.
Wild,
sensual.
He observes
as images print on the canvas of his soul.
as images print on the canvas of his soul.
It is too perfect
too complex
too complex
to understand.
She touches this Nature
of which she is a unique version
within time and space.
of which she is a unique version
within time and space.
She is a shadow hidden
in the passage of time.
in the passage of time.
They travel within
the poetic vibrations of light,
perceiving
the slow and timeless
the slow and timeless
philosophy of ancient trees.
Over this wild stage, they wander,
sensing each other.
They experience hope. Vibrating graphics
stand still around and within them.
stand still around and within them.
On the scale of time, they float as insignificant
yet essential instant, units.
Together, they could carry
this natural harmony
forever.
this natural harmony
forever.
So as to, again, admire it, and
protect it.
protect it.
Together.
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