Full moon over the pond.
It is refreshing to find, in the midst of our abiding chaos
if only for a second, vivid with clarity
A beauty so pure, so undefied even by the insurmoutable intrusions of civilization
Yet this unperturbed coalescence of nature and man
Brings neither relief nor release to my shackled soul
Enduring the tortured dungeon of indecision
About crossing frontiers of the known into the gloom of unknowning
while living the grind of existence resolutely
On the question of correctness about every moment in time
It is ,therefore, divident to buy time, capturing the glimpses of what the truest
Value of life could have been
And maybe inch closest to the joys of freedom
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