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The resonance of the ego
flows through the minds of men,
as a warning to a life that begins and is well lived;
the absolute thief of old age,
for it prepares them for the cold.

As the caterpillar turns into a silky cocoon,
so too does the butterfly aspire to dream;
a distant past confined within walls,
thus must mortals advance in order to return.

Though angels might return as they are;
thus, remembered thoughts shall flourish once more.

For the savant labors for the promise of eternal rest,
and the wise findeth the stone,
and the philosopher the feather and the scroll;
will nostalgic thought then find peace within Abaddon?

Shall clocks determine the time of common men?

Will the butterfly return to the dunes?

Will mortals ever hear the subtle, kind whispers of John?

Will the trees ever mourn the immortals of old?

That is the unerring ether of life.
The purpose of being, the food of the mind,
the whispers of error preserved in ink and scroll.

A poem by,

-S. I. Guzman

For I remember… I am not from this planet. My planet? Your planet, and the Cosmos. I would like to see other worlds now that I am here. Impossible— for I can only travel within my mind. As I lay down to speak with the mystery man who, with arrogance, wit, and terrible odor, said: Behold! Behold, thy earthing. Your name? No name— just shadows and wind. Bluffing buffoon, neither here nor there, thou hast cast thy spells; yet I vibe with Earth. Now think, as I stare into your eyes and offer pity, or perhaps treasures to pursue. I remember when thou begged from here, as you stared upon my abode; you did not flinch, nor blink an eye. I admired thy courage, thy fearless spirit— for I gave it. What of Earth? What of it? For I do not dwell in silence here. I dream of it. I dream of all that is there. What is there? The Cosmos, the Cosmos, the Cosmos— the place to which I belong. A poem by S. I. Guzman

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Nostalgia; the butterfly and the scroll

Cosmic Wanderer’s Reflection