Epilogue
Exploding and imploding,
Countless nebulae,
All that rises up tnust fall.
All that lives deserves to die.
And live and rise again
In another shape or form.
Endless spiral motion
Eternal, raging storm.
And time is the measure of it all,
And on the vortex run.
Yesterday is gone
tomorrow is always soon to come.
There are no eternal truths.
The old is pregnant with the new,
and that moment of transition,
(where truth is absolute),
is an endless bridge between the two.
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