My life is not mine
It belongs to them
The creators of peace
The creators of wisdom.

It is a paradigm that
Ends until now.
The time of then, is now
The time of now is then.

It interplays and mingles
With the eternity of life
All of which is a sad but
True collage of existence.

Is but a far and distant
Galaxy spiraling, off into
The center of a symbiotic
Womb of creational myth.

Asymmetrical rhythm of
Pulse and beat, and time
And space are but one
Allowance of rotation.

One justification for
Bringing life this soul
Is, my life is not mine.

01/21/2010

Author's Note:
Original: My Life Is Not Mine - 10/28/08

Posted on 01/21/2010
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