The way ahead is spelled backwards
And in order to get to the end
I have at last reached my beginnings.
Name at least one way to tame
the upsurges of tiresome suns,
All of them in my control, though
the uncontrollable in me is the same.
Endless flow of answers fleeting fiercely
stuck in this still pond of the mind,
Cathedrals and skyscrapers in sight, towering high
Up where I am supposed to belong,
still so low, still a crow
croaking the never-ending cycle of life
which i observant go past and beyond
shedding my blood for marble and gold
till the process is complete and I am loaded
to the database of essence.
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