I looked benignly outwards
Living life known in the centuries past
Keen is simultaneous evolution
thyself disservice doth thee, binding thouself to me
Tested shall thee be and anon,
but known 'twas whence it ends,
shall be the waters that were still,
so rippled, so uncalm
For fear shall dominate form
make as if an indomitable qualm
betwixt me and my heart
But my heart, crimson awash
was forever given,
'tis my mind I needed sway
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