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My premise

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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