In passing was the fleeting footsteps
of a very small child ;
It was neither of us - so young it is
of age it will come
but we will not be there with it
for our fates are
bound together.
Like a navel string uncut,
she feeds into us both
and we into her.
We too must travel to the places
It was revealed,
unbound it destroys the astral -
it must be sealed
but I miss you already so,' so
the empty space
is measurement
of distance between us
In opposite directions
do we travel.
If I will finish these hymnals
before I leave
I do not know anymore for
time is a clock
which is cloaked in wheels
backwards it is
for the wyrds
which was whispered
at a funeral pyre
aeons ago.
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