Thunderous echoes from the past
urge me to move forward
though I can’t see ahead
and behind, only shadows
but with no light around
it must come from the inside
safe and sound
The will the drive
to channel the energy
so abundant
sit and listen
and One shall hear
the faint murmurs of
the great expanse
forever truth
reverberating the waves
full circle implode
super nova force
too bright a burning star
fragmented memories
are what I have to hold
lasting impressions
short fuses
quick to trigger
all the while it’s three fingers
pointed back, no excuses
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