From within
grows an outcropping
of thought
with deep roots
that are lost
to the past
of the now
where once was
can be
no other than
then
When then
was the now
and our now
was the future
and the then
of our then
which
was once
the now
in its past
was then again
Where then and now
and every now and then
are conjoined
in a blood pool
of species lost thought
Spiraling
in free spirited fall
as we grow
from small to tall
Again from the then
Springs the now
To begin again
but rather than
then
It all started
From within
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