This Is A Rendition

This Is A Rendition

The mind records everything
But the brain remembers very little
Requiring a southern stroll gist of things
Like a trans-magical palace
Distilled in the elixir of your dark grace
Filling in the blankets to suit
The predilections of the soul
Mind over matter
Any proceeds from these renditions
Give away back way away
To the origin of love

What if we knew the exact moment
Of our time of death
Like we do in this instant
In just one flash
When we die to what matters
To what betrays with a kiss
May the long time sun shine upon you
And guide you to everlasting bliss

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