All the days
That came before
Untill the days
Come no more.
Spreading out
From a circumference
Going all the ways
Many more than we reference.
One single path
To each our owns
Histories unique
Here on our home
Straight to the point
That which comes next
Adding to the knowing
Or leaving us perplexed.
Inside the darkness
Of the nothing that matters
Potentials play dice
With charm that flatters
What would bring
Into the light
The best way for me
Golden and right?
©wrennie
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