Being, alive

Alive

A poem by J.B. Pravda

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Inert yet apart from inertia

He sensed the nonlocal pulsing of the All;

Merged with the eternal thoughts of Eternity

A construct of the Ages took anomalous form.

Gone were the sinews of Earthly binding,

Away with temporal calculation;

A bloom of algaic proportions makes material acts of supreme
integration.

Contend no more with phantasms of mirth and revulse,

Attend the catholic call to One.