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As if the drip of callous sap

Befell the tree of light

So lands the feather of predator’s chase

That fell to earth that night

I stand unhumbled at

The precipice with Sisyphus

I still remember nothing but

Adrenaline and beating pulse

The only truth in patterns and

Only memory by stimulus

So only on the brink of death

And only in the giving up

The fires of incantation

Ten thousand years ablaze

Ringing knells of desperation

The wisdom in the flames

Only images in impulses

Oh what torture this affliction

To climb so far and never learn

Even vultures fall from vertigo

The deepest secret ever growing

Ever present, ever knowing

Nightshade waits and in it’s wake

The terrifying reality of time

The swirling vermin below

To dull a performance to call a show

A chance to push beyond discovery

Trampled in the mud

Yet again

The ever present, ever growing

Deepest secret, never knowing

Nightshade waits and in it’s wake

The terrifying reality of time

The ever present, ever growing

Deepest secret, never knowing

Nightshade waits and in it’s wake

The terrifying reality of time

Still it turns in wheels that burn

Every second lashings on my back

A future burden, a constant battle

New pillars form and crack

I fear for this world

I fear for him

How do I reconcile this against such bleak and desperate future

When I don’t even know my own?

Still it turns in wheels that burn

Every second lashings on my back

A future burden, a constant battle

New pillars form and crack

Bless his future, even through the darkness, and built in him a fortress strong. His curious mind, may it remain open and squeeze as many questions out of this wretched world as the elasticity of his neurons can shoulder.

May we answer them, may we answer them with critical eye and adorn his inquisitive nature with a shield branded ‘Logos’ and a sword sharp enough to slay falsehoods and untruths, the many that will come.

The many that will come…