You can postulate
about a "you" that is eternal,
a consciousness that endures
beyond form and appearance,
But the only thing you see
is ephemera.
What more belief will you make
to keep resisting the Truth?
How much will it take
for you to open
to the inevitable?
When will you seize
what has already seized you?
When cheer fills you
your mouth turns
into a glowing crescent
When fun's touched you
your voice explodes
into contagious laughter
When beauty strikes you
your lips swell
into a tears-shore
When love takes you
your tongue churns
into butter every word
It seems there is
so much madness
in good things
Why then,
do you suppose
more sense will come
out of this mouth
when Truth
will have kissed you?
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