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October 18 MemoryIf time and again, I could turn away
To change myself and fix my passing lack
Of what I would, had I my spirit masked
To charge forward and forever face the facts
In a rough hued world, a tone above green In guarded gardens and sentimental streams
Where a treasure lay, a pendulum beat
In the great Mother's heart, the grandfather keeps
The father of all and nothing we see, He orders us forward--March to the beat
The light shines incessent--never retreat!
Like ideal soldiers, our hearts once and repeat
We cannot stop for we are blind to all En route with every lapse, the shade reprieves
Our faults, each a scar of wisdom to parade
For though made, any and all must one day fade.
Hidden or merged with our nescience after Though our pace, once gradual, dost not matter...
Late one night, I await a mass soul slaughter
hithermore, I hope to transcend the latter...
I have no idea what this is... or what it's about... I've forgotten... and I wrote it today... HA! TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://evendor.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!9A2094EBE78F3F7F!171.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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