No cracks in the glassware: A poem 

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The fetters of circumstance can always be left behind 

The absence of truth is ephemeral, justice is divine 

It is a potion of eternity, not just momentary wine 

The ideals we shared through time were sublime 

I can read history’s beginnings in an enigmatic smile 

Its anecdotes can’t be recounted in mere one lifetime 

We have a tryst on our wrists, even though torn apart 

There’s always an eternity where we can make a fresh start 

These petals of endearments are always fresh in the soul 

There are many causes to fight for, but love is also a goal 

Integrity is a tiger; faith feeds its engine like burning coals 

Humility is a perennial dress, but courage sequins its stole 

We can sculpt perpetual hope even on the borders of despair 

To me a creation of loyalty and love is beyond compare 

My genius is a flourish in the ingenuity that is your fare 

Our distance and silence don’t crack the precious glassware 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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