Lyretry

My Post (8) (3)

Distant and unknowable
The powers that be
Lost and unwilling
Now to be seen

They dance around the light
Always in time
What has become
Of this distant life of mine

So close to come
Of this missed knowing
The gods are here in sight
In one they are growing

Have we lost all meaning?
To life and death
These powers that be
Exist on our every breath

The horsemen are coming
To souls abound
This willing is willed
To those, they have found

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