by Steve Tanham
Perverse the eye
That sees the wheel
And learns to fear
That Life can steal
—
By virtue of
The four above
We come to life
And from it move
—
Arising bright
From distant night
We feed and grow
And seek to know
—
Maturing strong
Enduring long
We make the world
Reflect our song
—
But voice must fade
Our notes degrade
And later years
Be passed in shade
—
From crown to toe
From ebb to flow
We feel the Life
Begin to go
—
Then inner eye
Beholds the lie
Which tutors teach
Of life on high
—
So, choose to live
Not die below
By being real
Within the flow
—
Perverse the eye
That sees the wheel
And learns to fear
That Life can steal
(c) Stephen Tanham, 2016
Sun in Gemini 
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