Now it seems to be past dusk;
That is an odd spiral that acsends;
Is it the morning star in the distance;
I have no recollection of a prior memory;
I am a sphere within a sphere;
There is no other color before me;
Or within myself;
It just seems as if there is a destiny;
That pulls in one certain direction;
It takes me not by force;
I am led to believe that there is no choice;
But where else is it that I would go;
It feels as if there is a roving eye ahead of me;
And a place where I can see myself as I appear;
These are mere images that come to me;
As I travel towards what appears to be;
The morning star;
~Moses~
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