Beyond Duplication

There is a power
I feel in you
That can not be contained
It breathes of its own volition
Rising with the sun
Seething with the moon
It lives of its own accord
We are slaves to its muse
A drama of incendiary touch
I do not want to let go
Let the originals stand
In silent moratorium
There was a time that could not be expressed
Let alone put to rest
The will was alive
The means were forming
Purity was at hand
Innocence to shock the world
A world of corruption
Society had failed
Moving forward regardless
Intellect and emotion had embraced each other
In a dance of insanity
I welcomed defeat at your hands
Surrendering with the only language I knew
Paradise was a damp room
Containing the blank sheet of possibility
Caressing the rare moment
That makes life vibrant