Everything bears the future,
Containing an unwrapped box,
Fused with the luminescence;
Charted voyages, in a silver box.
You're the past, present and future,
That's bound up within the stars,
The startled breath of prophecy,
New growth, following fire.
On our journeys round this galaxy,
I will pass through the spaces, you were-
Your presence, the true finality,
My pulses, must always stir.
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Bodies droped away and milleniums to play.... perhaps no form at all and without limits and no such thing as begining or end perhaps a, just is.... will sufice So I say set sail Charted voyages welcome yee are matey....awr, awr....Let The Navigator open the silver box...... Jim Troy