Homeostasis

On the horizon

electric impulses

moving through meridians

cooling to obsidian

Out of molten lava

burning to hot ashes

and ashes to wings

fit now to sing

A song of sweet array

not of the kitschy kind

all of an itchy kind

like a niacin flush

An unpleasant gush

induced for good

removed is the hood

and now the wind blows

On ears shy to cold

though the breeze is but fair

if one does dare

to raise their head

To awaken from dead

and to look into the sun

then freedoms' been won

and so lies before

peace past the war

Love for thy self

honoured in health

on the horizon

and deep in the hearth

it is beauty's basis

not just an oasis

it is back from space and

it’s

Homeostasis

April 26th, 2012

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