WE ARE NOETIC

A wolf pants pleasure
Blood staining the ground
Muzzle burnt sienna treasure
Howls resonates in winsome sound
 
A child giggles at rainbows
The stars awe in shining eyes
They question the insane crows
Aloft in their innocent cries
 
A warrior speaks only to death
An infinity seeker in humble calm
Allies guide one into that breath
As impeccable a gesture as an open palm
 
A river drifts leaden without delicate pause
Like an artist, weaving an unyielding wand
Spilling itself in a gush and speaks no cause
Sculpting unthought anonymity and beyond
 
We are without riders
We are unworn paths
We are fire burning air
We are noetic crass
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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