LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

For I am your mystery,

In this cosmic, ethereal disaster,

Made of transformed dust,

In the habitable desert of silent uncertainties.

I am the reptile that never got lost,

The survivor that time has known,

Secular and wise, without end,

Listening to the echo that vibrates within me.

For I am your criterion,

The measure of chaos and mystery,

Of the survival you await eagerly,

In the cycle of life, always vigorous.

I am that which you do not see,

But feel, like the tide,

In the uncertainty of the unparalleled universe,

I am the silence to guide you.

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