then we are free to choose
The freedom to be evil
should it be a choice?
If we claimed to love all
then we cannot love a first
Without first comes none
should none be loved?
A fearless charge ends in brevity
The mist of contradiction hides all paths
Though I am their creation
I witnessed none of their glories
knew none of their nobilities
and nothing lingering on my fingers
have touched their eternity
So what is tingling my resting heart?
The land where intents lay bare
with obligations thin
Beyond the farthest reach of duty,
A flag still stands there
Though the body is feeble,
and the gears fade,
the momentum continues to carry
until ceasing of pains.
I may not possess a heart that is tender
But its echoes resound and do not wither
The deep roots sprouting a small herb
lush and vivid rivaling a full bloom
The brief spark may flicker
A blaze it will ignite, embracing all others
Though I may not hold anything
My soul is not empty
When everything is held dear
Transient it may be
A strong will that is free
