THE BATTLE

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Where forth calleth the Sun
For what must we aim
Who are you to me but one
Each of us transcribing a plane

My sister, my brother, a feeling inside
Merging, uniting, eternity fired
A call to the mind across a vast ocean
Of lighting and thunder - the desire to be free

For what matters little
Each lower self quakes
Spirit fires an eternal battle
As the spark in each wakes

My father, my mother
The SON in myself
Each moment of waking
A monumental stealth

Pain rises in slow stages
The burning out of derision
My aim for the sun rages
Gain says my decision

If each of us winters
And none can be lost
What point in delinquents
For all must be tossed

So don't hang onto your house
And don't hide from your neighbours
Lest you step on a mouse
And undo all your labours :)

A Bard of the Setting Sun