Reality is born

Reality is born from integrated minds

in eager response to energetic growth

and experimental life its enlightenment.

I, the forsaken, vehicle of all knowing and vessel of emotion,

provide the tuck and stitch for reality’s survival

while threads of personality entwined and combined

lend authenticity to its existence.

Reality’s obedience to mind’s every whim,

no rarity on earth or unusual occurrence,

exceeds and goes beyond normal expectation

and bears well the fruit of experimental labours.

Too I’m called to obey, lift arms to love and hate,

and embrace pain’s embarrassment

as substantiating evidence

of regenerating power.

Time and reality still eons apart

force me to inculcate, assimilate, disperse,

fragmented elements of each experiment

as if I was a mailman on duty every day.

But when the children stop midway

and the circle of life remains a static sphere

then time has caught up with the reality of love

and no man can ignore or indeed put asunder

that most amazing creation of integrated minds!

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