There's a pain in all who dwell
On this ever-curling shell
A pain we all must breathe
Yet never know or see.
Unfolding as it grows
It wets our tingled nose
And tangles now, undo
All tired, meek and slow.
But as the knots uncurl
The shade reveals the girl
The babe within now cries
What truth eternal lies.
Within us all: that spark
Which kept us from the dark
Once choked in sinew knots
A truth we near forgot.
And now revealed: the pain
A fog before the rain
Yet iridescent beams
Illuminate the dream.
And thus we'll wake from sleep
And so it all must be:
It's written in the deep
Old soul of history.
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