omadhaun
The Unknown ...
The Unknown...
This twirling change of night to day
A madding game immured in wae ,
Abides within thy anima's well
A leitmotif - forever dwells ,
And as each morrow bids us wake
One more arduous breath we take ,
We laugh of mirth and yowl in sorrow
Today is nothing more than morrow ,
Nothing less than now of time
A billion years as one - combined .
And thus we tarry , toil in wait
To unknown happenstance of fate !
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11 - 10 - 08
This twirling change of night to day
A madding game immured in wae ,
Abides within thy anima's well
A leitmotif - forever dwells ,
And as each morrow bids us wake
One more arduous breath we take ,
We laugh of mirth and yowl in sorrow
Today is nothing more than morrow ,
Nothing less than now of time
A billion years as one - combined .
And thus we tarry , toil in wait
To unknown happenstance of fate !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
11 - 10 - 08
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The Unknown ...
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