Gibbon Take.8 Poem by Leon Moon

From Christianity's symbols we create the world,
It is the West's culture code to contrive their reality,
The root of all religions is the same, and this energy
Has the capability to transcend us into a bliss of eternity,
This is our destiny, the reason why we put up with the dream;
Willing understanding is love, four duplicated summers
Show themselves individually innumerable, the inevitable consequence
Of rediscovering the sequence in a different form, another experience within our dream;
Salve utterings of apprehending the noble malignity of a new found recovery,
Breath, like a vein, our thoughts of oxygen, transports us into experience of unfounding.

Whisker-leaf, half sleep, ignoring an eastern artificial breeze, burning coal from a grudge
Without the sweetness of memories and the understanding of now, our power,
We flower again and conquer what was hidden, what the true love of myself was,
Gathering over a neutral arrival, ignored, i reclaim my breath, and finally conjoin ferth!