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Lost

Without taking a step

The path before the seeker dissipates

As dust in wind

The present fades into forgotten memories

And the past steps into existence again

Fleeting moments seem as stellar evolution

From nebulae to super novae

The only constant

The nothing before and beyond

A thousand corners turned

Only to return to the inevitable blank

A thousand corners turned in the impermeable maze of being

In the grip of eternal recurrence

With every corner turned a thousand voices go ignored

A thousand stories of the same mistakes

Screaming scars echo unheard and unheeded into soundless vacuums

Where the seeker takes

A step unto a path already taken