This story does not end with the last line...

His

He found himself 

at the left luggage

of a bankrupt world

Spiritually drained it had become

men deprived of any compassion

for those left owning naught to nil

Yet when the bank had declared his failure

a stone fell from his chest, the breath freed

filling the one backpack, its content sufficed

He knew another planet was there to be won

Hers

She had become baggage

because in a failed society

she couldn't afford the rent

What was more important to her body

was to shield her little girl from a harm

so, her mind travelled out of this world

This fairness within surpassed her outer beauty

where the petty and wealthy drooled and craved

and owned all, but never would have just enough

She knew another celestial was there for the taking

Theirs

As the world had foreclosed their lives

they were destined to meet somewhere

to anywhere off or within society's spoors

As her little girl was blessed outside the digits

was raised with vowel and consonant and none

of the strings of zeroes and ones that interrupt life

The ancient backpacker rescued a guiltless from fornication

while he slew her ways and her clients never to reach a peak 

again. She just smiled and kissed the olden gently into her life

They by fate intertwined found a haven and joined to raise their..

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Note.

No, this story does not end with the last line

there is a beginning of the end tucked away

it's filled and blessed with love, green acres, 

a tree house and other misfits from all over...

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[ Whilst sweet rivers flow unto ]

 

Whilst sweet rivers flow unto

just as sour rains drop into

how comes this saltiness

Why do ye have so many names

for that one lively salted water

One ocean that accepts all

takes in every that joins

and gives without question

Should I be or act any different

as even mine eyes tear salty

Demystified Sixty-six

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[ Sundial ]

*

Sundial

Instead of keeping me ignorant of time and light

they made me smart, and educated,

and with that these prowlers stole my innocence 

*

Sundial

Shouldn't my naivety have been the yardstick

as the solar paradox's a means to return 

to a lesser world, one ruled by nature's demands

*

Demystified Sixty five.

Note.

Ah, to live in a world ruled by Creation,

but no, you made me a slave to my whims 

you make believe that I control my own destiny

that all can, no should, strive after wealth and fame

and now what to choose today, do we visit Disneyland

or Hollywood maybe Bollywood or perhaps trending Qatar

and kill that little voice at the back of the mind, a conscience,

that whispers to me of floods in Pakistan, the droughts in Africa,

of extincting Uighurs, of extincting species from insect to mammal,

and of new fused forces of evil, billions that will soon march, all over

but no, just too far away, not of my colour nor of my tribe, and besides

tonight's Netflix on and tomorrow my successful career, so kill the thought,

any, but that one that satisfies me, myself and I as was taught by this society.

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