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Chaos

A passivity lies in wait
to conquer the dying spirit.
Three more humbly counsel
and prod and push and hone.
To make the gold shine
and the silver ,glow.

One big mistake,
a stepping stone.
The dome of opportunities
and a slice of home.
Fear and love and loathing,
and a sea full of lies.
Try, and never give up,
till the moon is mine.

A road and two and three..
emerging and diverging.
One to love and trial
and to shores unknown,
Two to toil and bread
and endless redemption;
Three to worldly matters
and pleasures known.

The winds decide the sway
and sun, the light.
His hands give the strength
to gently paddle away.
It shall all someday
fall into a bag
and one and two and three
will all merge away..

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