Atlas mused
the yoke we bear in time is space, the domain in which we view,
all that's done comes back again, because we chose it to.
when we look even deeper then, again we look some more,
what we thought the weight of the world is really its only door ...
Copyright © Jerry Whalley | Year Posted 2025
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