Idyll walks in windings knots
Break sojourn's stillness
With sharp knocks
Sera beacons for one more pass
Once more a glimpse
through the wafting grass
Knowing naught save the math that guides
And the soft caress
Of my own wandering eyes
Downward through the milennia, fall
To shudder among, perhaps,
The righteous walls
Where none reside
Save the microcosmic wiles
Of universal, wary tides
Alone, break the eons flow
Written from trembling hands
Of those who know;
That tiny though my life becomes
For just a moment's shadow
All was one.
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