Conception no choice
mortar stone
that voice still
does hold on.
The lessons of others
they still are heard
for their voices
of breath cannot
go
unheard.
Tough thus so in many ways
the solace of light
does not give way
to choice unmoved
for many days
resurrection of voice
and all it says.
Darkness is vast
to the void.
Light must follow
true path
returning to eye
from the past.
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