in vagrant steams of knowledge across the barren skies we journey to our destiny beyond our present time a genius born in days distraught when low the running tide can capture conscious current and saddle it to ride to navigate the rocky route collecting from the past we mount a fragile moment, raise hope upon the mast, and if our tentative grip on life can see us through the fall we’ll toss ourselves into the stream, to our destiny give all, and into the menagerie flows our own life’s gathered time in vagrant streams of knowledge across the barren skies
Reason for writing:
I have always wondered if there wasn’t some stream of common consciousness that humanity
shared...
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