there are those conversations

we simply do not understand

sometimes it's an age thing
elder the sage
enter those ageist magi
sometimes it's an ink thing
all those prophetic tattoos
skin murals by a glitzy muse
there are poems and prayers and promises
hard to fathom at times
like mystical alien rhymes
foreign language
furlongs of intoxicating foreign designs
simply hard to understand
sometimes it's a mental block
we might rock
things could roll
we might talk a lot
but every word
stones and pebbles
alpine utterance
is like a tattoo
sometimes hard to understand
no matter the age
we all want to unmask the ink
lastly describing our lives
something others see
void of audible words
avoiding sentences
a mental thought
a wrought spark
perhaps some universal talk
conversations that walk the walk
a long haul in general
a lifetime of words that maul us
perhaps they fail us
buried by secular conversation
about unearthing life and death
even if we don't understand rebirthing
we understand the rationale
about living life and enduring death
conversion may well fail
but all those conversations
tales sage elders tell
as long as there are ears to listen
this novel life with its glistening spell
addressing the rising and setting sun
we do until we're done
could be heaven

could be hell

  

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