you cannot tame,
what is already dead,
the sands of time have tried.
the narrow path,
the only way,
through all the futures seen.
what was told,
written long ago,
wont be known by us.
if dark hides truth,
then bear witness from the light.
when we dream, we see the fruit,
eonic seeds, from oldest suns.
do not fear, and do not rush,
the soul older than this life.
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