The Rest

Relic ~ Philip Brent Harris
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Things that are lost may reappear
Or never show up at all, my dear.
Neither rhyme nor reason suffices.
Will explain our talents and vices.
Despite what doctors, shrinks say;
It’s all a mystery, but you will pay.
Knowledge bubbles up from below,
In truth; we cannot possibly know.
In the end, wonder what it is about.
Spirit travels on, the rest is naught.
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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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I like the chaotic feeling in this poem, makes me question every thing I have been told or know. it’s beautiful :)
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Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
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