To never be
or see elusive ending,
To wish upon that promise unyet dreamed,
To sigh
upon encounters brief, too fleeting,
To glimpse gyred destinies of sorcered worlds.
To speak
in tongues oblique and still discover,
To know the route though hidden from clear view,
To actualise
the random or reverse it,
To feel the concepts urge the truth through you.
To wonder
ever long and ever after,
To seldom see, mayhaps never, know reveal,
To always
miss conclusions, caught in transit,
To rationalise and think but absent feel.
To storm
the surge of placid held placebos,
To navigate these places and all times,
To verify,
experience heres and afters,
To quicken, pace and scale apparent climb.
To be the spiral
caught in vortex swirling,
To partner interwoven helices
choosing do the do or do the nothing
To answer semblant be or not to be.
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