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God, It is so sad for us that all we can do sometimes is care. That we cannot through force of will twist the shape of space and time to suit our ends, however noble. Thus we become as ghosts, all of us- creatures of wisp and dust glued together only with memory... Able to reach out a cowbwebbed hand but never to grasp, our tears dry as a bone. Left then to leave things just as they are: with no muscle to flex but a wish, no power but of hope, no prayer except the whisper of our care. The stars may steer our course, but they cannot light the path nor warm a heart nor can we stop the world turning even as we flail against the next instant to have it our way. forever, HM |
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