As is
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It is as elemental as the air we breathe.
The mere utterance of its solemn psalm
brings not reassurance, nor depth nor anchor nor port;
in fact it brings poor relief to both subject and conveyor.
But it is as elemental as the air we breathe.
A spoon struck against a crystal glass,
a piercing ring through a forbidding gloom.
The mere utterance of its unbidden psalm
is not a plea, or a half-hearted demand.
A cup runneth over, it demands to be sung
like the melody it is always meant to be:
at times, redolent in ascending thrills,
at times, swollen in the valley of sorrows,
suspended on a tension of toil and time,
but never on a standstill, only an exacting pause
like the air we breathe, undeniably elemental:
Full in its complicity, though steadfastly true.
A blank between parentheses,
a prayer aloft on angel wings. It just is.
Who alone will enter here? Every one and no one.
Though it brings poor relief to both subject and conveyor
it is as elemental as the air we breathe; take it, as is. -
As they say, such is life.
It's simply giving in and sometimes just don't know what else to do about a thing. -
Er... is this about love?
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Elemental, my friend. It's about life ( i think
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I still think it is about love.
