Is, oh muse of mine
It time from the loosened
Shards of generations past
Returning to fortune’s heavy
Fate a wakeless sleep
Entranced in utter stillness.
Unbelieving we could be
Insensate, in the moment
Destined to test age old
Fears of mortality’s quest
Of faith in the embrace
Wisdom’s proffered path.
Among the ashes dead
From fires that ravished
In bewildered tears.
Yet now we glean to grasp
The future strife not yet
Begun amid the ruins
Of wars half fought thought
Unending on the brink
Of survival or destruction.
Still hope now lurches
And leaps to beckon anew.
A drama unimagined fraught
With endless undiscovered
Universes of the possible.
Home to stars untold unmet
Yearning to be known boldly
Painting the way forward now
Anon the lights lead it’s sojourner
To beauty’s realms unending
Dream quenched heights.
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