Rising Suns
Many years live
Within me, and I often
Consider wisdoms
Gathered then lost
Over thirty thousand rising
Suns though none
Hailed the dawn of
Peace for such concerns
Are long removed or
Perhaps obscured
By the haze of living in
Fabricated turbulence
Exposing misguided
Impassivity hastily born of
Uninterrupted delusions
Inferring hatred and
Savagery are acceptable
Norms for coexistence
But those who ascend
Ten Mountains are entrusted
With alternative visions