Sunday, April 27, 2008
Through the narrow gate
At first a faint glow a shimmering starting to move very slow Accelerate a little bit a quivering a slow release from grit Far away, a milkyway a gathering still faint and still astray Moving faster now a shuddering Closer now by sweat of brow Speeding into the vortex of time a hastening No time now left for mime Bursting into the brilliant light A Shattering Collision of interests and a chaotic plight Freefall without drive a swirling overload the Five The One remains a lightening of elder...
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