a link.
I am a link
in an ongoing
loop and proceed
Patterns progression
Into which I succeed
Being a one among
those who adjoin
Past and present
Into a future mourn
Their own heritage
Knot of this i have marked
upon a page to be read
By the Gen 0 who embarked
Into the fuzzy grey uncertainty
Where truth used to be
And found the way, of stillness
To be able to see.
Holding back the waves
of the tidal flood, to wash aside
All the rubbish at the top
And scour down into what we hide.
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