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Amorphous, the Universe expands, Time crawls along exponentially--

       all is as it should be in our realm of reality;

       birth, life, death-- the cycle carries on day by day,

       ceasing for no lone mortal, nor for Olympus itself,

       generating throughout memories of a lifetime, both fond and treacherous.

Majestically unique as the experience of each Spirit may be,

       there lies within an undercurrent of recurring themes,

       known to all yet experienced only by those who seek,

       a purity of existence rare within the maelstrom of modernity,

       one cherished ever so deeply by those blessed to witness it.

But am I to be counted amongst the Blessed?

       One such as I who has spat in the face of mercy and laughed,

       only to fall victim to the innate folly of my own exploits,

       nearly drowning in the River of Life as pride pulled me asunder,

       stranding me upon foreign shorelines of loathing and self-destruction?

Emerging from such despair, I find myself risen up,

       lifted high upon the winds of change, of forgiveness;

       previous cacophony need not define my future path,

       for good comes to those who wait,

       those who persevere and re-light the spiritual candles within.

Rallying into the Dawn of a New Day, a new Being,

       there stands a radiant figure awaiting my arrival,

       her oceanic eyes of blue promising a peace never before known,

       the smile upon her face welcoming, soothing, loving--

       our hands clasp and we step, together, boldly and unafraid into the unknown.