The Aftermath

Like a golf ball with a molten heart

This jointed carapace

Exists to furnish life, it seems

While pinned in time and space

Sustained by unseen furnace

Yet oblivious to the core

The beings carry out their lives

Of love and death and war

And while they dance unmindful

Secret forces sublimate

The pulsing core’s explosions

Which suppress our fiery fate

For now their benign seeping

Supplies warmth for life to grow

Held in exquisite tension

To provide a vital flow

And through intricate balance

Man can walk allotted fields

Carving out his life’s potential

Until finally he yields

But how much of understanding

He acquires along his path

Is determined by Another

Revealed in the Aftermath


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