Sonnet 1017

Now living in these visions of the past,

Rooted to our circular time future.

As the smith blends metals into pewter,

Man bonds break, others form to last.

Melding differing views from eyes in contrast

Old wounds never healed, now set in sutures,

Compressing files of an old computer,

Forging forward at speeds quite beyond fast.

Collectively defying illusion,

Joined together, seeking human fusion.

diving within to seek answers we find

Forged by the limitations of our own mind.

Unblinded by reason, revealing truth.

The hidden godseeds within us, divine.


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