Our eyes settle upon all that's beautiful,
Beauty that defines a moment as eternal.
Our minds nurture with care and love:
A storm too bold and too calm at once.
Our thoughts settle upon all those thoughtful limitations
Limits that bound to expand the barriers.
Our hands toil hard with that soft clay,
That shapes up too often but never gains form.
Our lips settle upon a pair of petals,
A pair too dear that never comes close.
Our feelings fall short of that ‘profound'
Whose origin lies in the beginning of an end.
Our truths settle upon a distant revelation,
What reveals all is a speck of cosmic dust.
Our feet unknowingly walk towards ‘that':
A source of knowledge unknown to the known.
Our lives settle upon all existential symbols,
Too symbolic to reach a meaning of its own.
Our hearts beat too often with warmth of blood,
The warmth that travels beyond the ‘beyond'.
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