As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Not a word was I heard in what not incurred
By the swing of the motion to me
Ever past warning in new distance forming
The lines of all that will be
The motion outside now ever abide
To move all that I be
To beginning or end to arise or descend
The creation which captures me
Oh but the will replaced there until
By new thought inside of me
To encompass to move in new pathway in groove
Of destiny now that will be
To that which I live in that which I give
To fulfill all that will be
To be complete the outcome, finished and done
The present of all that is me
From the desk of my favorite poet.
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