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Post by Kolava on Nov 15, 2004 22:50:12 GMT -5
A word now,
from a taciturn escort
A matter to be settled,
and a rift to mend
I am always here; have always been.
I've heard your breath, watched your face,
felt you shiver, felt you fade
from the begining
Never has my position beside you wavered.
My seed
identity and intellect
My cradle
flaw and frustration
My birth
a silent pact
a plumb line cast to inky depth
to know the limits of the void
and find something to be yours
My world was Sight, perfectly static and sterile
Things to be known,
Reasons for reasons,
Elusive answers to unasked questions
I Saw, took, grasped and denied
so you would not have to
And for this I asked no reward
but your peace of mind
I was here to pull you as you crawled
from primordial soup to naked world
I was here to drag you when you fell
and lay begging the dirt
I was here to cover you when lights dimmed
to ward away what lurked
I have always been here.
In your dreams I stayed behind
and guarded our treasures
In your wonder I watched
so you would not forget
In your awe I stood closer
In your prayer I stepped forth
In your worship I pulled your shoulder
I Saw nothing there for us
They have given me many names
many faces
few are friendly
few are accurate
all are deserved
But we will not buckle beneath the scrutiny
of blind sages and peers of Sight
I See them too
Sight is often ignored
I take no offense
Reality is harsh
and precious little softens it
But I cannot be unheard forever
and eventually you must decide
Follow me and fulfill our pact
or submit to very the patterns and precepts
I hear you curse when we are alone
The matter is settled,
the rift mended,
together we will find something
to be yours |
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