Derived From Nothing
The big wheel o' time be turnin', and captains come and go, leavin' t' memories that get fogged with lots of rum, wenching, fighting, and grog. Grog and head injuries fade the memories to myth, myth to legend, and even legend drowns in the deep sea of rum when the scurvy dog that birthed the bonny tale be comin' round again...". - ♂
in the end...something will begin
where the great nothing shall mature
when a speck shall gleam as a beam shall glimmer
dim defying unsteadily denying the end begins like a dawdling swirl patiently hurled into the absence
friction not fought or with no resistance dealt an unyielding imagination will transform and transmute
into the simplistic complexity of the duality and the dichotomy of change
the thought is strange on how things arrange as in divine alignment in tune and atonement
in harmonious chaos tending tediously cordially vehemently violently
the precious particles perpetuate produce and populate eventually a seed or weed
from which need or greed sets the lead for the rhythm and the rhyme or the reason
then the eon or the season will awaken for a short moment in time the sublime soon will be taken
or forsaken as what remains will be shaken not stirred in an unmerciful ephemeral flame of fury
with no judgment nor jury with no passion nor glory no story will be told ever after what unfolds
the collection collapse as the future will pass with nothing to show as the ember glow fades into the greatness
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