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Transitory
The blackness of darkness,
Basis of discovery,
Primal substance of
Alchemy,
Either or
The mind spirals and winds
Or responds
To winding and spiraling,
Seeking to find
What we know,
Yet know not how
In ways -
We know not,
Even as we come to know,
Focused on amorphous
Transitions
Inferred – Interred
In the unseen
Seemingly
Dreamed
Baring – Glaring similitudes
In underlying lines
Of
Design,
Each manifestation
A ray -
Emitting radiation,
Continuously evolving,
Enigmatically
Solving or resolving,
Suddenly
Emerging
With the distillation of the thing,
Like a symbol
Of the True Will
At the essence of all,
Base metal
Being
Precious metal
To those that were there
Through it all
And saw
The story
Of how
Nothing is really transitory.
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