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Wakes I World

Burns thy star and spaces thy soul,

breathes thy night and waves thy stream,

spirits thy void and springs thy birth,

embers thy soul and exists thy being.

Beats my heart and thinks my brain,

sees my eye and feels my hand,

sighs my shade and blinks my name,

writhes I mind and weeps I man.

Wakes I world, oh my why I?

For I star space and I space the void,

I night breathes and I wave streams,

I nothing spirits and I birth springs,

I soul embers and I being dreams.

I heart beats and I brain thinks,

I eye sees and I hand feels,

I shade sighs and I name blinks,

I mind awakens, I persona disappears.

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I am nothing more than a passing ghost through the dream you call life.


“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

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