The close end

Empathy
My shades
of lighter green
And of a darker blue jade
Embrace into the heart
Ying and yang...

Centered in-misaligned middles  
A birth, a bloom, a befallen petal
in yawn
the onset timelessness
in end
the dawn again
Just not done In
...to begin the surrender.
There are wars, my friends, to ponder

For backwards prayers, for innate wishing moments bygone here... 
who produce pollution, what education evolution, when peaceful solution
where planetary escapism, why seed asphyxiation   
hives are empty
how honey is disappearing. 


The childishness of zen, tolerates knavish ends
Circling naivety, accepting
Meditation on common sense

Welcome within
nervous seconds of rushed comprehension
adapt, ascend
and host unexpected changes
Polite manners help upright the scatter
laid once concealed, on a back burner 
by my strange ways.
 
This Schizophrenic tongue of me Astronomist song
cant form sentences
it sounds like
impartial indifference, enthralled bewilderment
overthought insanities, not philosophy
Young, genious does not become me
Here is the Universe
pushing and pulling
poles of magnetism interfering
The chemistry of fear and excitement fucking
there is the unknown
It is here morphing time
With revolutions beyond eyes
Priorities changing, chasing
open to interpretation, in the end intimate with that moment of place and time;
c'est la vie...the meaning cared to acquaire a mere dreamed remembered.
It takes biting a lemon to create.