Oh proud engineer of eternity
Seam of reality
Stitch of the universe
Go forth
Cross those barren wastelands
Composed of the flesh of your kin
All of what was
Sail those tumultuous seas
That lifeblood of Cronos, Father Time
All of what is
And find yourself naturally to a shore
For that shore is your shore
Though the bank not of sand,
But of finely woven threads
The threads of reality itself,
A blossom of life amidst the swirling tides of time.
And you shall break onto that shore,
A behemoth bred of circumstance,
For you are this moment!
And with all the might of a whisper,
A syllable and a heartbeat,
A spike and dip of glorious emotion and sensation,
Shall you impress yourself onto the fabric of life
And all at once release.
Recede with pride,
Backwards through that sea, once spiteful, now docile
Drift into that void what harbors all things once seen,
And with peace,
Await all that remains
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Oh proud engineer of eternity
Seam of reality
Stitch of the universe
Go forth
Cross those barren wastelands
Composed of the flesh of your kin
All of what was
Sail those tumultuous seas
That lifeblood of Cronos, Father Time
All of what is
And find yourself naturally to a shore
For that shore is your shore
Though the bank not of sand,
But of finely woven threads
The threads of reality itself,
A blossom of life amidst the swirling tides of time.
And you shall break onto that shore,
A behemoth bred of circumstance,
For you are this moment!
And with all the might of a whisper,
A syllable and a heartbeat,
A spike and dip of glorious emotion and sensation,
Shall you impress yourself onto the fabric of life
And all at once release.
Recede with pride,
Backwards through that sea, once spiteful, now docile
Drift into that void what harbors all things once seen,
And with peace,
Await all that remains
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