Cascading, spiraling outward from this vision of One
Seeking understanding of what it is I am to become
Each day passes living under a mighty Sun
No closer to an answer, then when I had begun
Purported wisdom read, compiled, done
Only serving to fuel this living conundrum
Resolved to not loosing, before death has won
A Rosetta clue to this life’s truth need succumb
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