The Master
I’ve laid to rest the search for Knowledge
But words fascinate me
They guide me to power, truth
Words so strong they could not hold me
Others so powerless they became my key
Moments in space meaning all
Encompassing my soul surrounding absolutely
As a breeze from someone passing
Only the feeling of the wind is left
And the memory of the air lingers
It is an evolving creature
Controls us, molds us
We becoming it
The old becomes ancient
The modern becomes old
The new becomes foreign
It’s as pure as snowflakes or misty fog.
Visible but never containable
Judged by them
Justified and condemned
Saved By them
Beautifully complex
Words
The evolving creature of our breath
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