Great Existence
Moving up over through
Into
All I've known is felt through the end
Never a beginning always ending
Falter as I may, myself I hold - alone in company
Tress in to limestone pillars of my great hall
Great as the Norse and proud as well
Threads of time woven with clumsy hands led by blind eyes
Thus is the expanse of the web of life The Great Existence
Not where but it's the being that is. Is what I am and
What we are
Copyright © Barrett Allen | Year Posted 2012
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