The Great Age Poem by Chris Starr
The Great Age
Oh, for what fates unto the' veils
Or thus by chance thy wheel within wheels
to the' one kneels less the' read thy seals
great age both and neither doth fate and karma
yields
Transcend I say, the blind may see the way
dead thy words fall on deaf ears may they hear
one day
Thou thy perish, flesh rot with decay
Rise, though memories lost, thou live again.
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