I've every notion to lay counsel to waste and traverse the vastness;
Slowing neither for thicket nor seas nor weather.
As a flicker your specter manifests in daylight and darkness
Before it blushes and flees in the wind like a feather
Either fiery what-ifs or bleak nostalgia fuels such moments abound...
Leaving me to ponder and feed and bend on these truths:
"Listened to but cannot be heard; it is beneath sound"
Everlasting, "Which is its essence," as an unending muse.:
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