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Chosen Design

So fine is a timeline, designed
Passing through, as do I
If not for invocation
Shall exist and then leave us behind

Although encompassed; Then logically why
Within reach has never been known
The light before creation of motion
And now there is a story to write

As a moment passes shall it ever end
Rhythm of continuation
Though so many gateways beyond a notion, remain open
Still, shallow consciousness won't grasp

There is a season for a soul everlasting
There are meadows dividing a difference in time
As far as one might travel
Out of so many is only one line

(11/05/2018)
Chosen Design
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