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To The Old Ones

You have witnessed the passage of time

As it leaves its weary mark upon the land

Old souls that dance the weave of light

While civilizations rise

and fall and turn to dust.

Forgotten motes of wisdom fall on deaf ears

As you whisper about the nature of reality

Saying, “the kingdom lies within.”

Your perception of truth is no more than a harbinger of death, 

for what can you truly see from such limited space?

Time twinkles in the distant sun

As we wear our chains, our beliefs.

Insignificant as epochs journey through the heavens

While aeons pass in steady rhythm

Fleeting, burning, yearning yet necessary for all of creation.

We too have our place, transfixed by the stain of slow decay.

Weaving time in spider silk fine lines

That can never be broken.

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